| I had a friend reach out and tell me
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| I’ve got a lot up on my plate
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| I told her don’t you ever worry
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| You got me when times are grey
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| She said, «Nathan, I feel ugly
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| No one understands my pain
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| And my parents never listen
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| I’d rather die than feel this way»
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| Don’t cry, don’t die
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| Give it two years, it’ll only take time
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| And you’re never ever ugly with a smile that bright
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| No, your parents don’t listen but I swear they wanna try
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| Know you’re stressed, and depressed, and your hair is a mess
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| But you’re cute when you lose or you’re mad at your friends
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| And I hate when you cry every time that I said
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| Oh I love when you’re here, I don’t want this to end
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| Can we not talk school for once, it makes me nauseous
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| Everyone in class is either mean or real obnoxious
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| And I’m sorry that I said it, but I felt so fuckin' lost
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| It’s like my life is just a token either spent it or you lost it
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| Here I’m sittin', eye inside the storm ensuing
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| Waiting, being patient for the rain to ruin
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| Everything I’ve ever loved or ever touched
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| Or ever gave a fuck about
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| I’m sorry that I hurt you, friend
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| I’m sorry that I let you down
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| And I, don’t care, I’ll always be there
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| No, I won’t give up on you
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| And I, don’t care, I’ll always be there
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| No, I won’t give up on you
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| I had a friend reach out and tell me
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| I’ve got a lot up on my plate
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| I told her don’t you ever worry
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| You got me when times are grey
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| She said, «Nathan, I feel ugly
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| No one understands my pain
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| And my parents never listen
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| I’d rather die than feel this way» |