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Pound my knuckles hard against the floor |
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My head against the wall |
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But I did this to myself |
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Assume it's just not worth getting back up |
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So I'll blame it on bad luck |
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And I'll shake responsibility |
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I spent some time in a bad place at 18 |
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Wishing I could see something through clear eyes |
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Do you ever wake up to realize |
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That your life is meaningless? |
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Does it give you strength or lead you to |
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Your grave at a young age? |
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Pound my knuckles hard against the floor |
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My head against the wall |
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But I did this to myself |
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Assume it's just not worth getting back up |
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So I'll blame it on bad luck |
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And I'll shake responsibility |
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It seems that when I ran away from my past |
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All my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back |
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And now I think it's time that I realize |
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Self pity's meaningless |
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Though I'm 10 feet deep |
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I'll claw my way back out from in my grave |
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Pound my knuckles hard against the floor |
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My head against the wall |
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But I did this to myself |
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Assume it's just not worth getting back up |
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So I'll blame it on bad luck |
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And I'll shake responsibility |
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And say a hard life did this to me |
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Now I realize, I'd give anything I have |
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To walk a day in my old shoes |
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Wondering what my first smoke would be like |
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My first ****, my next **** up |
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Or the next band that would change my life |
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And it changed my life |
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And it changed my life |
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Pound my knuckles hard against the floor |
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My head against the wall |
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But I did this to myself |
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Assume it's just not worth getting back up |
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So I'll blame it on bad luck |
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And I'll shake responsibility |
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And say a hard life did this to me |
