| Waking up alone in a
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| In a silhouetted room
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| Filled with bitterness 'cause I think about it who
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| I’d rather be in my skin
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| 'Cause I’m not fixed just a little worn in
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| I’d try to reassess my outlook
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| But where the fuck do I begin?
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| 'Cause everything I ever wanted
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| Never fell into my hands
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| And everything I ever longed for
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| Never turned out how I planned
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| To be so independent
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| I never thought that I could end up here
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| A boy with nothing, honest
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| Just an empty shell that’s filled with fear
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| (I never had a weight to bear)
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| And I’ve never really had the guts to stare
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| Or care about the panic I’ve seen
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| I’m tearing myself apart at the seams
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| I’d try to stitch myself back
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| But right now I like the way it feels
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| 'Cause everything I ever wanted
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| Never fell into my hands
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| And everything I ever longed for
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| Never turned out how I planned
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| To be so independent
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| I never thought that I could end up here
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| A boy with nothing, honest
|
| Just an empty shell that’s filled with fear
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| 'Cause everything I ever wanted
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| Never fell into my hands
|
| And everything I ever longed for
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| Never turned out how I planned
|
| To be so independent
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| I never thought that I could end up here
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| A boy with nothing, honest
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| Just an empty shell that’s filled with fear |