| When I was young, I had no ambition
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| No lust, no drive. |
| I was living fiction
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| Fifteen and fucked, I was so ungrateful
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| Sixteen and sunk, I was ready to give up
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| But instead I just drank up
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| I felt good when I drank
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| I felt like I was alive
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| I felt strong for the first time
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| I felt at home in my own skin
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| Up until I fell down on my fears
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| Fell down, for fifteen years
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| I know I wasted half my life
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| Drunk on doubt
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| And now I’ll do without
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| Woke up in cuffs, no idea what happened
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| Head torn to shreds, lips completely blackened
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| No bail required, I was barely processed
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| As I walked home, the sun hung above my head
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| And I felt scared
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| Tired and ashamed
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| I knew I couldn’t outrun it anymore
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| And yet I kept on
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| Up until I fell down on my fears
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| Fell down, for fifteen years
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| I know I wasted half my life
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| Drunk on doubt
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| And now I’ll do without
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| Now that I have some distance
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| Now that I’m clean, I feel like I can have friends
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| But then again
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| I think I’ll do without |