| Remembering running through my yard like a wild stream
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| Just a little kid, blood flowing into my rosy cheeks
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| Now a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink
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| And there’s a pale girl staring through the mirror at me
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| Maybe it’s just a dream, wish I could go back to sleep
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| Hydrangeas blooming off the branches of park trees
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| It’s a half-hearted calm, the way I’ve felt since I was thirteen
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| 'Cause I may not feel it now, covered up the wounds with my long sleeves
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| But I know it’s waiting there, swimming through my bloodstream
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| And it’s gonna come for me, yeah it’s gonna come for me
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| What did you have that I didn’t?
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| And why am I so blue?
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| Someone’s talking in my forehead
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| That says, «I'll never be like you»
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| Happiness is like a firefly on summer free evenings
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| Feel it slipping through my fingers
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| But I can’t catch it in my hands
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| Catch it in my
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| Old memories, ribbons running down from my bare knees
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| I ran too fast, fell down on my face in the concrete
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| I guess the lesson’s learned, I’ve barely left my room in the past week
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| And I’ve got my guard up trying all the time to stay clean
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| But I don’t feel anything, I don’t feel anything
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| What did you have that I didn’t?
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| And why am I so fucked?
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| There’s someone talking in my forehead
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| That says, «I'll never be enough»
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| And happiness is like a firefly on summer evenings
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| Feel it slipping through my fingers
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| But I can’t catch it in my hands
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| Catch it in my |