| I’m sitting here
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| Tired of living life that’s filled with fear
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| It’s not fair
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| I’m just sick of being scared
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| Sometimes life deals you a shitty hand
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| Sometimes your day doesn’t go as planned
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| But with me
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| I feel like all I do is bleed
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| There’s days I wanna close my eyes and never wake up to my numbers high
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| Just lay there until all I read is low
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| I’m sick as shit of all these pricks
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| And everybody’s ignorance
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| This needle’s wearing thin
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| And there’s no end
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| I’m sitting there
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| In another cold pharmacy chair
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| Standing by
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| While they suck my veins and wallet dry
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| I can write all these defiant songs
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| But my life is still reliant on machines
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| And all I do is bleed
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| There’s days I wanna close my eyes and never wake up to my numbers high
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| Just lay there until all I read is low
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| I’m sick as shit of all these pricks
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| And everybody’s ignorance
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| This needle’s wearing thin
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| And there’s no end
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| Last thing I remember
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| Before you plunged the needle
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| I lied there shaking on this cold gas station floor
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| Eyes are rolling back
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| Into my skull it fades to black
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| There’s days I wanna close my eyes and never wake up to my numbers high
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| Just lay there until all I read is low
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| The highs and lows and insulin
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| I’m so tired of explaining it
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| This needles wearing thin and there’s no end |