| Misdirected, you’re on the side of the street
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| Where are all of the friends you just couldn’t keep
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| Where are the ones that watched you decay?
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| Stare the numbers in the face until your soul goes grey
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| Bottled up I fake it take the pressure
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| Holding onto this won’t make it better
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| A numbness, reluctance, wasting away
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| They’re gonna move out, they’re gonna drive away
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| Get in car accidents and graduate
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| They’ll decipher what plans to turn to next
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| While I’m stationery trying to accept
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| The fact that I stood still while they’re moving along
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| Cause I have nothing to show for the days that I lost
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| Accepting I’m past my prime
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| Accepting the guilt for my diminishing life
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| A numbness, reluctance
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| Wasting away my innocence
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| Struggle to breathe at the thought of the end
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| But I bite my tongue, turn my back and run to just give in
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| Where’d the days go?
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| Repetition you’re used to
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| I can’t help myself this time
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| A numbness, reluctance
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| Wasting away my innocence
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| Struggle to breathe at the thought of the end
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| But I bite my tongue, turn my back and run to just give in |