| Off the windows in my mind at night
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| There somethings going on, some of them are not right
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| I’ve been locked in this house, and it’s confused and cold
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| No one is there on the couch, and I’m alone
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| Inside of my head, things are unclear
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| I don’t rely on the person I see in the mirror
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| And I don’t die for the chance to be standing right here
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| Sometimes I’m a smart ass when being sincere
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| I see everything flashing, I wish it would stop
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| There is something that makes me so nervous 'bout cops
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| All their pushing and shoving and mace in my eyes
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| It will only keep burning this hate that’s inside of me Hitting and kicking me just for the fun
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| And though all I keep thinking is Go For his gun!
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| To protect and to serve are the words you should heed
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| And if you don’t we’re going to watch you bleed
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| Wondering Why (Why?)
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| Not giving up (No!)
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| Nothing can break me Wondering Why (Why?)
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| Not giving up (No!)
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| Nothing can phase me Wondering Why (Why?)
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| Not giving up (No!)
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| Nothing can save me Wondering Why (Why?)
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| Not giving up (No!)
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| Nothing can change me She loves me and hates me, It’s all just the same
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| But I can’t hear her screaming and yelling my name
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| Now her face is all blue, and her eyes are all red
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| From the bloodcells that just keep on popping inside of me
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| (Help me, I’m burning and pushing away)
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| Her pictures and memories and things she would say
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| They keep coming and flashing
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| So I keep laughing, Bitch
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| You never should of fucked my boy
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| I’m in touch with my fear that’s why I stay afraid
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| And I’ll stay that way til night turns to day
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| And them nice words you say, will slowly mutate
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| And become the better part of you that we all love to hate
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| And while speaking on fate, I’m trying to relate
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| To the ever growing destiny, and it’s amazing shape
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| They tell me I’m straight then they diss me on tape
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| There’s a website debate, was it all a mistake?
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| It just keeps calling me, and wishes my name
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| Only moonlight was hitting the darkness again
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| All my friends they are dead, but remain in my ears
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| So I choose to believe that they are all my enemies
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| Telling me (DIE!)
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| And alter the sky, that hell is a ruin
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| and heaven’s a fantasy
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| Capture me mentally, nothing substantually evident
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| Except that my head’s a little fucked up |