| You don’t gotta say
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| What makes you feel okay
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| I feel the same old way
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| That I felt yesterday
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| I’m a loser, yeah I’m a loser
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| Only lucid when I’m loopy, drug abuser
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| And the slightest little thing could set it off
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| Repressing the expression of my thoughts, gets me off
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| Let him talk!
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| So many problems, I can’t vent 'em all
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| I can’t even solve the ones that I invented dog
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| So as I’m closing out this monologue
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| I see a lot of fog
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| Today I’m nobody still
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| Hope somebody gon' love me, know that nobody will
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| We’ll open up feels mid of closing the deal
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| Why all the girls tell me, «I'm emotional, chill»
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| Well I feel how the ocean could feel, so blue
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| Now I’m choking, trying to open my throat but it’s no use
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| I’m a dead man soon, I’m better off dead now
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| 'Cause I be dead inside my head if I don’t let thoughts out
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| Like I don’t let thoughts out
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| They start to pile up and then I get stressed out
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| Change like the color of the leaves so high in the trees
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| Got to wonder why they die when they leave, breathe
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| On to the next
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| Dipping, I be gone in a sec |
| And I can attest, I’ve been feeling better yet
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| Since the day I said, «I don’t think I’m gonna be depressed»
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| I don’t want to be depressed
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| You don’t gotta say
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| What makes you feel okay
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| I feel the same old way
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| That I felt yesterday |