| I just want to feel alive.
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| And love myself from the in and the outside.
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| 'Cause every time that I start to feel whole,
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| I knock myself on the ground because it’s all that I’ve known
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| Just like the streets burn a hole through your shoe.
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| My soul has been worn out too,
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| I’m 25 and I still don’t fit in
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| Directionless, like a blind man painting
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| Mother I’m so sorry, I can’t go on like this.
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| The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.
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| What’s the point of falling in love?
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| If I don’t love myself.
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| What’s the point of being alive if all I want is out.
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| So I thought that it only feels right
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| To make the decisions that endanger my life.
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| Late late at night under black and blue moons.
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| I question in the reasons that I self-abuse.
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| I’m so pathetic.
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| It makes me sick.
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| I’m a fingerless pianist.
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| I see reflections.
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| I clench my fists.
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| I’m a violin without the strings.
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| Mother I’m so sorry, I can’t go on like this.
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| The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.
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| What’s the point of falling in love?
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| If I don’t love myself.
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| What’s the point of being alive if all I want is out.
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| There is no love.
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| There’s only this:
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| Just lust and lies, and selfishness.
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| A black hole where the sun once was.
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| I’m never falling back in love.
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| 'Cause it has never been enough.
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| Ever since I’ve been a young boy I was alone
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| Now that I’ve become a man, the feeling’s grown.
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| Through the therapy and through the pills, I can’t let go.
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| But what about the fuckin fact:
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| I’m still alone.
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| What do you do when you got nothing left?
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| Give up! |
| Give up! |
| And hope for the best!
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| I fell into the ocean, I and I feel sick,
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| Waiting on a nameless rescue ship.
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| What do you do when you got nothing left?
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| Give up! |
| Give up! |
| And hope for the best!
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| I fell into the ocean, I and I feel sick,
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| Waiting on a nameless rescue ship.
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| Mother I’m so sorry, I can’t go on like this.
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| The lifeboats are leaving with or without me.
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| What’s the point of falling in love?
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| If I don’t love myself.
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| What’s the point of being alive if all I want is out |