| On one hand I see something I’ve been taught I need
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| But I’ve learned that the wolf that lives is the one I feed
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| I have everything I’ve ever wanted
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| But once I have it I wish I wasn’t chained to it
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| So my first reaction is to set it on fire
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| Have I been confused, is there like a balance in my perspective
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| Can I even move forward without feeling so left out
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| I never thought I’d be the one to do this
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| Is there a way to hold the keys but not have to drive
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| Or not hurt so much and still choose to be alive
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| 'Cause I wanted to be the villain
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| But now that I’m here I just want to feel anything
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| I’ve learned that everyone makes mistakes
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| And now I wanna to make something else
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| It wasn’t until it felt like I’d fallen on the floor
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| Or I realized someone could only love me with true unconditional love
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| No framework, no preconceived mold, no hidden motive
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| 'Cause I’m hard to love and I bring my own fall
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| But searching for that love is like trying to hold running water
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| It might be there at the moment but it always slips
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| Now that everyone’s gone I’ve learned that I helped create that poison
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| When you let an audience tell you, you can do no wrong
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| The first human reaction is to emotionally rob them
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| I let people who don’t care about me fulfill my needs
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| I let a psycho form and then I push myself to let that psycho repeat
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| You can’t change what you don’t acknowledge
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| You can’t change those you don’t understand
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| And I can’t change all that damage
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| That I’ve dealt
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| I wanna look myself in the eyes
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| Strip away the layer of music and try and say
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| I don’t care about the bullshit
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| I just want to share something new, finish each chapter
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| Even if I don’t stick the landing, I’m not afraid of failure
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| I’m not afraid of you
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| And I can tell you that I’m amazing
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| But I’d rather just tell you the truth
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| My old habits die hard
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| They fester and thrive on my insides
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| And the roller coaster I’ve built has become quite the ride
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| What was supposed to be contentment has changed with the passage of time
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| Because even when I write some words about how I need to be less selfish
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| This is still all about me |