| I’ve tried to wrap my mind around
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| The thought of forgetting all that I’ve been taught
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| All I’ve done with my life has brought me here
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| Not my hopes, my dreams, my fears
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| And even though I’ve never been too sure of who I am
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| I can still feel the blood pump beneath my skin
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| Straight to my heart, poisoned with lies that I keep
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| I stare in the mirror and I don’t even know
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| Who I see, what I’ve become
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| A stranger to myself, avoiding everyone else
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| I’ve been signing my name in blood just to get out
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| Escape to a place that could never exist
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| I regret all the chances that I have missed
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| I hand my self out instead, torture myself with this hate
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| Outsiders know me better than I know myself Here’s a glimpse into my world just
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| to have something to hold onto
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| My world just gets smaller and turned inside out
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| While the people who talk never need the help
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| My life is not just a story, an end to the beginning
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| Of a picture perfect journey that I travel myself
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| All I can see when I look around
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| Are people living lives of misery
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| The people’s eyes, they still hold fear
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| The people’s words, they’re so insincere
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| The people’s minds, they’re still unclear
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| They don’t seem to bear the burden of what’s real
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| Abandon any image of who I am
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| Alone, all alone again
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| Abandon any image of who I am
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| Alone, all alone again |