| This dimly lit confinement that I call my own apartment
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| Has set me in a web of self pity and decay
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| I seem to find myself just lying awake in bed
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| Until 2 PM on Saturdays just wasting myself away
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| I’ll never leave
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| Tell me that I’m different
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| I know it doesn’t make a difference that my differences differ
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| It’s all the same anyways
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| 'Cause I try (yeah I try)
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| And I’ll try (yeah sure, «try»)
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| But in the end I’m still alone and just totally lame
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| (At least I tell myself that anyways)
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| I’m hard on myself and I can’t seem to stray
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| From the idea that I’m worthless and have nothing else to give
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| I haven’t slept a wink in what feels like days
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| But I know I’ve only been awake since noon today
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| And it’s 4 PM
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| «God damn it…»
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| Tell me that I’m different
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| I know it doesn’t make a difference that my differences differ
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| It’s all the same anyways
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| 'Cause I try (yeah I try)
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| And I’ll try (yeah sure, «try»)
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| But in the end I’m still alone and just totally lame
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| Since you left; |
| I haven’t felt the same
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| The reason why I live 3000 miles away
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| It’s just hard
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| To sit around all day
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| And not be reminded of all the things you’d say
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| To make me laugh
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| To make my fears go away
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| A condition that’s position eats away at me everyday
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| I just wish there could be another way for you to come back home
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| Back to me
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| Back to the old days
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| Since you left; |
| I haven’t felt the same
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| The reason why I live 3000 miles away
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| It’s just so hard
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| To sit around all day
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| And not be reminded of all the things you’d say
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| To make me laugh
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| To make my fears go away
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| A condition that’s position eats away at me everyday
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| I just wish there could be another way for you to come back home
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| Back to me
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| Back to the old times!
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| These days that I just lay awake
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| Have taught me what you really mean
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| I should be more independent
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| But I find it hard to determine if it’s even worth living my own days! |