You weigh your sadness well, it fits the color of your world.
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Though you have nothing to complain about,
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there's always something wrong.
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Break neck lies romanticize these empty headed alibies,
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the drama you create amuses you and only you.
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So take all these lies and be real again.
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It's all not so bad.
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I see you under there, hiding down underneath your eyes.
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Show yourself, and kill your scene, you are your worst enemy.
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Only doin' what you do cause you know someone is there to clap a hand.
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Your conviction lies in words that paint the world your promise land.
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And all you wanna be is somethin' I dont see.
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Now all you gotta do is get the fuck away.
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Push, before my thoughts pull me down.
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All you are is what you've disdained.
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Kill Your Scene
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| Strung Out |
