| You were my pen, you were my paper
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| You were my devil, you were my savior
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| You were what was in my head at 3AM
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| When my mind was too stubborn to let anyone else in
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| I’m a lost cause
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| My gun talks
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| It tells me how it wants me gone
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| All the pills I cough
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| Told me to write this song
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| I’ve been written off
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| I’m always on the rocks, ha
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| Microphone check
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| I’m still feeling depressed
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| Nobody cares til you’ve got rope marks around your neck
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| So fake your death, fake your death
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| Pretend you’re on your last breath
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| My façade will carry me to the end
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| And if we’re being honest the suicide notes were just written for attention
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| Because you all didn’t use to love me back before the depression
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| And now my minds full of garbage so they prescribe narcotics
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| And to be deathly honest it’s killing me how distant I’ve gotten
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| How distant I’ve gotten
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| Undiagnosed fucking has-been
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| Still spends his life in a hospital bed and
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| Hocks up his own mistakes and engraves all of the dates
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| Of each time he laid waste to a blessing in the creases of his young face
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| Waltzing in the moonlight
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| With all the friends inside my own mind
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| Nothing new, I think I’m better off alone right?
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| I only smile to waste time
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| Between now and when I die
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| We only smile to waste time
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| Between right now and when we die
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| And when I’m awake at 3 am
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| Guess what’s on my mind again
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| It’s not you but the youth
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| We’re all alone so follow suit
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| Into nothing, just me and you
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| Forever
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| And ever
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| Forever
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| And ever |