| I know
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| There are problems
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| I try but I can’t look away
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| I can’t bear to be in
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| I’m getting out
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| Maybe I’ll be acceptable someday
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| 'Til then
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| I’m trying
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| But I keep getting in my way
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| Is keeping quiet enough
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| When it’s so loud?
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| Can I be what I should
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| And what I may?
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| There’s never been a way out of it
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| There’s never been a way out of it
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| That isn’t less white than grey
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| Or black and stained
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| Or black and stained
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| They’re always watching
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| I fear though I know that’s a lie
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| If I were to fall
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| Would they notice at all?
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| Is this weight that I feel only mine?
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| I only wanted to be good enough, good enough
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| To be somebody for everyone, everyone
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| But if everybody paints a piece, paints a piece
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| Then what’s gonna be left of me, left of me?
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| I can’t be everybody’s masterpiece, masterpiece
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| But I’m trying so damn hard to please, hard to please
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| I need to ask what do I want from me, want from me
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| Because it’s never really just for me, just for me
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| There’s never been a way out of it
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| There’s never been a way out of it
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| That isn’t less white than grey
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| Or black and stained
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| Or black and stained
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| I only wanted to be good enough, good enough
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| To be somebody for everyone, everyone
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| I can’t be everybody’s masterpiece, masterpiece
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| But I’m trying so damn hard to please |