| They tend to misunderstand
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| The paper man with scissor hands
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| Who watches the hourglass for grains of sand
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| To fall and fall again, as he pretends
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| That everything he lays his hands on doesn’t turn to shreds
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| But why oh why does he persist to hide
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| When they insist he try to come outside
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| From the shell he lives inside
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| Now he’s been hypnotized
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| And despite the lies, he sits and waits to die
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| Cause he can’t find the words to explain the rain
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| All his emotions are transformed and now become pain
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| He’s alive in a black hole, empty in space
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| And he sits in front of the mirror and he’s face to face
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| With the sadness, confusion
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| His patience, he’s losing
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| He’s substance abusing
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| He’s one with the music
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| And he needs a little something to dial it all back
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| Cause he’s running in a race but he’s not on track
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| Love don’t live here anymore
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| It’s been cold since you went away
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| Now I’ve been trying to get myself together
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| Is there something I could say that’ll make you stay
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| Love don’t live here anymore
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| It’s been cold since you went away
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| I’ve been trying to get my head together
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| But things just don’t seem to go my way
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| All is see when I’m looking at you is me
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| And everyday gets a little bit harder
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| Like a piece of my life’s puzzle
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| Has been slipped under the carpet
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| And until this day, I’m feeling like I’m never gonna find it
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| I smoke a cigarette and hope for the best
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| But sometimes, that cigarette is just smoke in the chest
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| And I lay in bed but it’s nothing to do with getting rest
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| Instead I use it as an escape from all the mess
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| Nothing seems to matter
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| I’m only getting sadder and sadder
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| Cause I’m not even sure what I’m after
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| I know my life’s a disaster and I better straighten it out
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| And stand tall or fall victim of getting caught in
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| A spiraling downfall of emotion that I call
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| Devotion and destruction of everything and it’s my fault
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| I’m hoping to try more, let’s open up my door
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| And let em know that I’m bringing me back like an encore
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| I’m an example of a bad example
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| And as ample as it may seem, a sample
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| Of this poisonous apple’ll maybe rattle a daydream
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| But I’m giving you reality checks
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| And if you get it then it’s properly spent
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| If you can’t handle it yet, gimme a sec
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| I’ll make ya proud of me instead of surrounding me
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| Totally hounding me, expecting me to be like all the rest
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| And I gotta be honest, I’m not sure
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| Who the fuck I am on a constant basis
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| So many faceless faces that are faced with
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| «Who the fuck am I?» |
| What a shame, and it’s
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| Not so much the lies, I’m just lost in my mind
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| Trying to find what it is that makes me feel right inside
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| And I’m submerged by the urge to make it my day and night
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| I’m in the struggle looking to fight for the right
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| To be more than just alright…
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| And I’m looking for more light
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| So I can see what they got in store for my life |