| I’m trying to make something of myself
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| My better days, I go buy the hard sell
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| But I feel like I’m working with barbed wire and moth wings
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| 'Cause I can’t really get a hold of many things
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| I’m one deep breath away from a breakdown
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| My nerves are wrecked and coming unwound
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| The world is hostile and I’m fragile and I need
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| Someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying
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| Is it me? |
| Is it really just me?
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| Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?
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| Is it me? |
| Is it really just me?
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| Holding it together with one loose string
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| That I can’t stop, I can’t stop
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| I can’t stop pulling
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| I rip myself apart at the seams
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| I find one weak spot and start unraveling
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| Hoping I can find a better me
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| A fresh new start buried under me
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| Is it me? |
| Is it really just me?
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| Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?
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| Is it me? |
| Is it really just me?
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| Holding it together with one loose string
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| That I can’t stop, I can’t stop
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| I can’t stop pulling
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| Can we stop pretending now?
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| Can we stop pretending now?
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| Can we all admit that we don’t have it figured out
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| Can we stop pretending now?
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| Can we stop pretending now?
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| Can we all admit that we don’t have it figured out
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| Is it me? |
| Is it really just me?
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| Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?
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| Is it me? |
| Is it really just me?
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| Holding it together with one loose string
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| That I can’t stop, I can’t stop
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| I can’t stop pulling
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| I can’t stop pulling
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| I can’t stop pulling |