| You can’t just change over night
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| They say it’s all in my head
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| So just relax, alright?
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| That’s what they always say
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| They’re just getting sick of my shit
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| So they push me away
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| It’s not like I want this for the rest of my life
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| But I know if I recover I know
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| There are signs of damage
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| I’m a fucking burnout, a deadhead
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| Being pulled along by, I’m dreading
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| What put me in this position?
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| I’ve given false hope
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| For even thinking I could cope
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| With all these dark epiphanies
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| Where I realize something’s wrong with me
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| You can’t just change over night
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| They say it’s all in my head
|
| So just relax, alright?
|
| That’s what they always say
|
| They’re just getting sick of my shit
|
| So they push me away
|
| It’s not like, I want this for the rest of my life
|
| But I know if I recover I know
|
| There are signs of damage
|
| I’m a fucking burnout, a deadhead
|
| Being pulled along by, I’m dreading
|
| What put me in this position?
|
| I’ve given false hope
|
| For even thinking I could cope
|
| With all these dark epiphanies
|
| Where I realize something’s wrong with me
|
| You can’t just change over night
|
| They say it’s all in my head
|
| So just relax, alright?
|
| That’s what they always say
|
| They’re just getting sick of my shit, so they push me away
|
| It’s not like I want this for the rest of my life
|
| But I know if I recover I know
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| There are signs of damage
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| And all day long
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| I’d worry about everybody but myself
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| To keep me from thinking so miserably
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| And all day long
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| The terrors fissure through my flesh
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| And bring out a selfish empathy
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| Well now all day
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| Because my terrors have caused decay
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| I’ve become so selfish, I push everybody away
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| My dark epiphanies where I realize something’s wrong
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| Wrong with me |