| So maybe I was wrong, I couldn’t leave it dead
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| I never felt so alone I think I’m seeing red
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| We’ll never be the same, I see it missing
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| I hate the way that you are but we’re not that different
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| Face in the mirror I’m okay now, I’m okay now
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| Least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself on the way down, on the way down
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| Maybe I’m to blame, can’t help what I’m thinking
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| Least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself but I’ll keep singing
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| Cut down like it’s all tradition
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| Heart rate, can you see it missing?
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| Step back, I won’t admit that maybe I’m broken, I won’t listen
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| Cut down like it’s all tradition
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| Heart rate can you see it missing?
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| Leave it, I don’t want to be that, I don’t want to be the one left bleeding
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| But now I’m stuck tailored to this suit of broken skin
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| So maybe I was wrong I couldn’t leave it dead
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| I never felt so alone I think I’m seeing red
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| We’ll never be the same, I see it missing
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| I hate the way that you are but we’re not that different
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| Am I worth fixing, is all I really have to say
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| Take in my perspective or I can find myself a way
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| Breaking down the structure of my soul until I can see
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| Everything so resilient, showing proof that I can breathe
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| Just know that I’ll keep singing, I’ll keep breathing
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| My reflection is all I’m missing
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| I’ll keep singing, I’ll keep breathing
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| My reflection is all I’m missing
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| So maybe I was wrong I couldn’t leave it dead
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| I never felt so alone I think I’m seeing red
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| We’ll never be the same, I see it missing
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| I hate the way that you are but we’re not that different |