| When I first noticed, I couldn’t breathe
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| I was just a seed in a field I had never seen
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| Like a plant blossoming for the first time
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| To be instantly cut down
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| And placed in a bouquet just to be thrown out
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| From others' fungus on my leaves
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| Well, I have issues I could never talk about
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| And words I can never hear myself say
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| And the songs I can never let myself sing
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| Trying to find out how to justify feeling this way
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| I remember wishing I could talk like others did
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| Watching the conversations be their way out or in
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| To where they were going seemed so much better than
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| Well, I could always open my mouth;
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| Just not let the words come out
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| I just held my breath
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| Well, I have issues I could never talk about
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| And words I can never hear myself say
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| And the songs I can never let myself sing
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| Trying to find out how to justify feeling this way
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| It’s ripping me apart
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| From the inside out, it’s so hard
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| I can’t be awake without being scared
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| What’s sad is how
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| It’s so easy, it’s so easy
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| Well, I have issues I could never talk about
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| And words I can never hear myself say
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| And the songs I can never let myself sing
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| Trying to find out how to justify feeling this way |