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I get thrown out of bed |
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to the statement that i stink. |
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A reliable sentament. |
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A testament to the way I think. |
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I don't wanna leave the house. |
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I don't wanna make new friends. |
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I don't have ambition, |
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just a means to an end. |
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I don't want you to critisize me, |
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I already hate myself. |
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There is nothing more that I can lose, |
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other than my health. |
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I don't wanna make money |
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and I'm failing my degree. |
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I don't wanna fix myself |
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but I question why I'm unhappy |
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Can't you see I'm terrorfied. |
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I havn't got a clue what I'm doing with my life. |
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I want to be something good, I want to do something right, |
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but how can I live when I can barely survive? |
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Everything's a blur since you left me. |
