This isn't what it used to be.
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Like folded corners of worn pages trying to hold their place,
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Because no one fucking cares anymore,
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I'm peeling back finger nails to hold you.
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Tearing out hearts trying to forgive you.
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Nothing seems to matter anymore. No, it's all gone.
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The sadness never leaves but only grows.
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And it keeps you caged. And it keeps you locked up,
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And it keeps you afraid.
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Nothing seems to matter anymore. No, it's fucking gone.
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But maybe I'm the one to blame. So bring on the sleep, take my name.
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Come on. We're waving the white flag. Come on. We're calling in sick.
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I don't want to be a part of anything that ever feels like this.
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Nuclear Waste? Bring That Shit. (We Want A State Full Of Radiated Super Heroes)
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Curl Up And Die |