| i can’t believe i’m fucking saying this
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| no one believes it
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| disguising it well
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| i live a life that wouldn’t sell
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| hard to tell if i’ll ever
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| make it out of my own hell
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| too much effort to care
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| fear how i fear
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| time’s got worse
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| and now i’m lost with no one here
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| keep stomping my dreams in to the ground
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| i’ll search forever
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| till it’s peace i’ve found
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| right before my eyes
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| my dreams continue to die
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| no point in pushing
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| i’ll just be living a lie
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| what’s the point when no one can see me?
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| i’ve got nothing put me out of my misery
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| life amongst the gutters
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| is where i lay my head
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| you say to live when i’m better off dead
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| for my life i’ve got nothing to show
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| another worthless bastard
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| and now i’ll die slow
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| it ain’t hard to tell
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| where i’m coming from
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| no home for me to run from
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| that’s long gone
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| heartless and weak
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| the only thing keeping me alive
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| is the hope of inner peace
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| and i can’t help
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| that i hold on to everything
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| where this sadness came from
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| i feel them watching me
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| everything my eyes can see
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| help me
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| before they steal my soul
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| i don’t fucking know
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| if i’ll die slow
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| help me god
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| help me god
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| help me find a light
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| so i can close my eyes at night
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| bottom of the barrell
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| still nothing changes
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| what was i thinking?
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| i just want to erase this
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| cover my tracks
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| think on my feet
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| is it too much to ask
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| to want something for me?
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| i’ll give it my all
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| sit on my throne
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| still the king of nothing
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| and now i die slow
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| die slow
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| can’t fight the reaper |