Sometimes I wonder torn between my heart,
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Torn between my heart and my mind.
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And I feel my body to see if I'm in,
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If I'm in tune with what I find.
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But I don't know how to feel.
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And I don't know what to feel,
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Anymore.
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Anymore.
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Wanna be the decision-cision
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Kill free things. I feel a difference inside.
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I'm a boy who's so sick of searching.
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Maybe there's a heaven nearby.
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So should I let these thoughts out,
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Or should I let you in?
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Its so easy to be alone.
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Look within.
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Will I find home?
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I just don't know
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How to feel.
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Feel
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How to feel
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How to feel
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Feel
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Feeling so afraid like I am stuck here,
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Like I am stuck here and can't move.
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I like to watch the sunsets lighting the warm colors.
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The warmth it blinds the truth.
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But I don't know how to feel, don't.
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And I don't know what to feel anymore.
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I keep on hurting myself.
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Tearing off the skin, I let it burn at the touch.
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What I've lived, what I've learned
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Though it may be the truth, truth it hurts.
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When we have something inside that no motherfucker will touch.
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No I won't think like you.
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If I did what am I trying to prove?
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I just don't know...
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I just don't know how to feel.
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I just don't know what to feel anymore.
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A Letter From Prison
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| Boy Hits Car |
