Don’t stare at me now
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It’s worse than death to be looked at
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I’m writing this out at home,
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Where there is nothing but walls
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Hey mom could you run down to the store?
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Stock up on soy milk and I need a few good books
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But nothing interesting, I’d like to feel dead for a week
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And sleep like I’m already gone
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Walk around the house,
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Tearing all the mirrors down
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While I’m at it, I’ll smash the windows, too
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Then retreat to my room,
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Throw my sheets around me
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Blanket for the sky,
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My oh my, what a mess am I
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Save Only Darkness
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| Saves the Day |
