| Too afraid to stay, too much of a coward to leave
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| These apparitions in my mind won’t let go of me
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| I can’t see the forest through the trees
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| Everything feels like its burning inside of me
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| My convictions have always haunted me
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| Like the ghost of an empty house
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| I can’t shake this emptiness
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| The undead stay trapped behind my mouth
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| This is the last time that I’ll say to you
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| «Your words only weight so much»
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| But I’ll keep it fast, cause the irony has lost its touch
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| But I can’t shake this feeling, I’m too far gone
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| I’m wrong and going nowhere
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| Who am I to hate my past?
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| Hollow hearts weren’t meant to last
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| Because now, I see that everything’s been wrong
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| Just because of me
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| Have these thoughts, these unclear demons
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| Torn inside me from the start
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| I only seem to like myself
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| When I hold a heavy heart
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| Self-righteous, self-loathing
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| You’re a self-depreciating cynic
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| There’s something wrong
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| I just can’t put my finger on it
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| I know you know, that I don’t know
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| But I know that you can feel it
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| There’s something haunting in your eyes |
| You’re something I hope to God
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| That I wish that I could forget
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| I want to say I’m sorry
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| I don’t feel the same way that you do
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| I’m haunted more by my own sins
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| Than I could ever be by the ghost of you
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| This is the last time that I’ll say to you
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| «Your words only weight so much»
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| But I’ll keep it fast, cause the irony has lost its touch
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| But I can’t shake this feeling, I’m too far gone
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| I’m wrong and going nowhere
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| Who am I to hate my past?
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| Hollow hearts weren’t meant to last |