From the scrapes and bruises
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To the familiar abuses
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I'll kick and scream but it never changes anything
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I could spill my guts out
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Wearing my best little girl pout
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And I almost missed it
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But nobody said that this was gonna be easy
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This is not the man I hoped to be
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And I'm just trying to stop the bleeding
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I don't know how to word it
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I just started to deserve it
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And all my, all my faces are alibis
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And me, I'm half the man I wanted to be
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Most times it all comes out wrong
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I don't know the words but I'll hum along
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There's nothing famillar here anymore
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to anyone or anything enough to feel alive
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And I still taste that sickness
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And it makes me crazy without it at best
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But I'm in the same place I used to be
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But I'm trying harder not to be
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This is not the man I hoped to be
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And I'm just trying to stop the bleeding
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I don't know how to word it
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I just started to deserve it
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And all my, all my faces are alibis
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And me, I'm half the man I wanted to be
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So what am I? What am I? So What Am I?
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And all my, all my faces are Alibis
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This is not the man I hoped to be
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And I'm just trying to stop the bleeding
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I don't know how the words go
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I just started not to say no
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Don't want it, Don't get it
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I know you won't regret it
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Don't surface, Don't surface
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And I feel so damned worthless
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Another day is gone and all my faces are alibis
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all my faces are alibis and me,
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I'm half the man I wanted to be
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Alibis
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| Marianas Trench |
