| Every day is a struggle
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| Between what I want to say and what I want to keep to myself
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| And the words that manage to leave my lips
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| Don’t hurt me, but they hurt everyone else
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| So I find myself in need of a pause
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| I’m not sure why, but I think that it’s because
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| Of this desire to be what others want me to be
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| Which is nothing close to me
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| But I’ll see better when the smoke clears
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| The smoke clears inside my head
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| And I can listen when the screaming doesn’t repeat everything I’ve said
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| And all that remains me and who I am at the end of the day
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| And this happens every day … yeah…
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| Every day is a battle
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| Between what I want to know and what I don’t want to figure out
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| And everything in between in these thoughts of mine that you know I can’t live
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| with out
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| So I find myself in need of a pause
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| I’m not sure why, but I think that it’s because
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| Of this desire to be what others want me to be
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| Which is nothing close to me
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| But I’ll see better when the smoke clears
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| The smoke clears inside my head
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| And I can listen when the screaming doesn’t repeat everything I’ve said
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| All that remains me and who I am at the end of the day
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| And this happens every day … yeah… oooh…
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| But I’ll see better when the smoke clears
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| The smoke clears inside my head
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| And I can listen when the screaming doesn’t repeat everything I’ve said
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| All that remains me and who I am at the end of the day
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| And this happens every day … this happens every day
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| This happens every day… yeah… |