| Always been second best, a step below, nothing special, I’m chronically
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| obsessed with fucking up
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| And blowing my chances
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| So when I close my eyes it’s death that I dance with
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| I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
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| It’s weighed me down as I’ve gotten older cause I’m weak
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| I’ve faced facts, I see them smile, with their fingers crossed behind their
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| backs
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| Nice guys are doomed from the start
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| Fuck!
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| I’ve learned to kill of my conscious, clean slate, no more fucking kindness
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| Life’s been a bitch, a thorn in my side, instead of looking ahead,
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| I’ll just close my eyes
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| I’ve become a better person, one who’s not concerned with the cold world that I
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| once knew
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| I’ve learned to live in this cage on my own, your jester, your fucking fool
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| I am the victim, the butt of the joke, misery’s company
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| I’ve been thinking vicious thoughts, now lets make them a reality
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| I dwell in the gallows, consumed by doubt (get me out)
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| A breathing cadaver, my mind is going south
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| The hearse screams, they swear that I really am a madman
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| A fucking madman, they scream, they scream
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| I miss who I used to be, so let the reaper come get me
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| I miss who I used to be, so let the reaper come and get me
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| I miss who I used to be and everything is fine |