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Part I: I Used to Feel Everything |
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I'll lie on my back, and lie to myself. |
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Pretend that I am fine. |
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I think that I'm getting better, but I think a lot. |
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I'll lie on my back and talk to myself, just to pass the time. |
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I think I'm getting better, but it's getting too much. |
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You're too much. |
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Something inside of me is dying and I'm sure of it. |
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I'm figuring it out, it's my darker half. |
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It's the part of me that refuses sleep. |
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It's the part that I would hate to keep. |
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It's the part I've wanted dead for all of these years. |
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So I guess it's not that bad. |
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I swear I'm not a monster, I'm just fighting one. |
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God knows I can't do this on my own, and I gave up on God, long ago. |
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So, I guess this is me begging for your help, because there's no one around here anymore. |
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Something inside of me is dying, and it's killing me. |
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But I'm figuring it out, it's what you left behind. |
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It's those words you whispered into my ear, the ones that I believed all last year. |
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The words that robbed me of my sanity. |
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You don't know the difference between desperation and grief. |
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Who gives a fuck anyway. |
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My tear stained eyes have blurred my vision to the point where I can't see what's in front of me. |
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But I hear your footsteps, I know you're somewhere right behind me. |
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You don't know the difference between desperation and grief. |
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Who gives a fuck anyway. |
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Part II: Letting Go |
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Mother, I swear to God, she's coming home. |
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She'll paint your walls, she'll make it beautiful again. |
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Just show her what she needs to feel okay. |
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I'm letting go of your hand to show you I can do this on my own. |
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Please believe in me, I swear that I'll see you soon. |
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This story broke me down, and tore me apart. |
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So I'll just sit, and watch as winter fades away. |