| I’ve been sleeping in 'til late
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| Worried about what to say
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| When friends ask me how I’m doing
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| Just smile, «I'm okay.»
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| I’d hate to bring you down this rabbit hole with me
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| Of unwashed clothes and bloodshot eyes
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| And a head far too heavy
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| I don’t need your fucking sympathy
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| Just want you to hate myself as much.
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| As much as I hate me
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| I blame the heavy moon
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| A cold shower to shock the nerves
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| But that shit doesn’t work
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| When you can’t feel anything anyway
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| And that new leaf never turns
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| I’m sick of feeling like I don’t fucking fit in
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| So I mark myself permenantly
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| And let the ink speak through my skin
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| I don’t need your fucking sympathy
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| Just want you to hate myself as much.
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| As much as I hate.
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| Grinding my teeth
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| Feeling weak at the knees
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| I shut my eyes
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| But it seems like I keep twisting the knife
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| They stop and they stare
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| Just let me be
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| When will this gloom stop looming over me?
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| I blame the heavy moon
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| Held down, not against my own will
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| The bottom tastes better than I think it should
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| It’s intoxicating, but it kills anything inside that’s good
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| Admit it, not feeling alright
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| I don’t need your sympathy
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| Going through these motions, it’s just a part of life
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| But it seems like I keep twisting the knife
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| They stop and they stare
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| Just let me be
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| When will this gloom stop looming over me?
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| I can’t blame the heavy moon
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| (anymore) |