| I looked everywhere for something that I should of found in myself
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| I’ve created my own life’s hell
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| I’m the sinner, I’m the saint
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| I’m the thought you hate to think
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| I’m so lost, I’m in a maze
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| Be better off inside a grave
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| Alpha/Omega, fuck thinking that shit
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| It don’t make it no better when I feel like shit
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| I just feel deader when I’m in the grips
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| Of a hand I reached out to when I need a lift
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| Cause if I need help, then I feel like I failed
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| I’m in debt to the things that I felt
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| Well oh well, I’m stuck here anyway
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| What’s the point of complaining when I know I’m gonna fade?
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| I thought you would save me from myself
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| But now you’re deaf to my crys for help
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| Baby where’d you go?
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| You left me so fucking alone
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| Hot inside my chest the night you left, I lost my breath girl
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| But I guess it’s best, I’m still a mess, you were my damn world
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| Such a shame that you didn’t tell the truth to me
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| I can’t feel the same for you if you don’t feel the same for me
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| Make a fool of me, I’ma make a fool of you
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| You can really rest in peace when I’m really done with you
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| What’s got into me? |
| I think that’s got something to do
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| With how you just fucked with me when I never fucked with you
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| I should just calm down, I should just let go
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| But you still come 'round right when I get close
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| Then I just forget all the pain that you inflict
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| Then you say «It's a bad day» and ghost me again
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| Cycle repeats like clockwork
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| I just act like that I’m not hurt
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| Even right after I got hurt
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| Some of these girls are so nice
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| But none of them make me feel like her
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| Wish you were here on these cold nights
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| I swear all my songs are about her
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| She caught me when I fell
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| Without her I’m not that well
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| I’m not sure if I can tell
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| When I need to say farewell
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| Cause she don’t make me fine
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| But without her I would of died
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| I’m not sure if I will find
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| Anything like that no time
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| Why’d you have to lie when I asked you bout that guy?
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| I thought you were not that type, what a waste of fucking time
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| Want you out my life, hold up, scratch that, never mind
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| Can’t believe with what you’ve done my love for you is still alive |