| Confusion, dizziness,
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| I don’t know, I’m such a mess,
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| And every day is just a waste of time,
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| But I’m fine
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| It must be all inside my mind.
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| Maybe this isn’t true,
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| Maybe there’s no «me and you»
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| And every day is just a waste of time,
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| Well that’s fine,
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| Can’t say it takes me by surprise.
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| Let me summarize:
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| Yeah, sometimes, I know it’s just me,
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| Staring out the window past the corner
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| But I can see:
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| Who I wished I turned out to be.
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| Confusion, dizziness,
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| Every day I’m more depressed,
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| Sick of feeling camped out on my own,
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| With no hope,
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| This can’t be cured while I’m alone.
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| Maybe this isn’t fake,
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| And there’s no pills I can take,
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| And every day is closer to my time,
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| Well that’s fine,
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| I’ll run in circles in my mind.
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| And it’s no surprise that,
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| Still sometimes, I know it’s just me,
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| Staring out the window past the corner
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| But I can see:
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| Who I wish I turned out to be.
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| And sometimes, I know it’s just me,
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| Staring through the ceiling,
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| At the sunlight and wondering:
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| Exactly who I’m supposed to be
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| Supposed to be
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| Turns out it’s me |