| Skeleton Youth never die
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| I need my fix to get by
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| I hope I don’t feel like this all the time
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| Feeling everyone’s thoughts and not mine
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| We all have something we’re addicted to
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| Me? |
| All I ever do is think about you
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| I need my fix to get by
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| Or I’ll cross out my heart and put a shell between my eyes
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| Youth never die
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| The only thing I have left in my life
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| You wanna talk about addiction?
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| Then lets talk about how I can’t be alone
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| How I made my career off a shitty existence and feeling like I don’t have a home
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| So I ask myself
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| What are you complaining for?
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| Nobody cares about the feelings you’ve felt
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| They just wanna see you hit the floor
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| I’m just a 10−56
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| I mean a Freudian Slip
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| No ones been listening when I say that I’m not fitting in
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| A woe is me existence
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| Its best to keep your distance
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| Feeling everyone’s thoughts and not mine
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| And feeling them all of the time
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| Feeling everyone’s thoughts and not mine
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| And I never asked for it
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| Started from the bottom now we’re the top in the trash
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| Pop a pill and then laugh
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| Bout how I’ve always been somewhere between first and last
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| Put your hands up if you can’t stomach the public
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| And every single day you wish you had somebody
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| I need my fix, I need my fix
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| I can’t keep living like this
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| Just a lonely fucking addict
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| Who doesn’t wanna the habit
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| I’m sick of crying to you, I’m sick of clawing for drugs
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| The youth is my god and my crutch
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| I’m not enough, nothing’s ever enough
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| My anxiety is my god and my crutch |