Staring- through halfway open eyes
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Fantasies- of my own demise
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Always- on the outskirts of my mind
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Never knowing why
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Pushing you away 'cause away is all I know
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and the pleasure is outweighed by the pain
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And no matter how much we grow
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I'm always struggling to change
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And everyday- it's like a game
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Will I make it through?
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I've been down to the bottom
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Bashed my head o the top
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I've seen it's effect on you
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Everyday- it's like a game
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Will I make it through?
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I'm waiting for the sun
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Basking in the storm
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Will I make it through?
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Constantly- hanging by a thread
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Wanting- nothing more than dead
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Have you ever felt this way?
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Push you away 'cause the wall, it keeps me safe
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from a world that stigmatizes me
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and constantly slaps me in the face
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Have you ever felt this way?
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Everyday is like a game
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Will I make it through?
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A daily pill to balance me out
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Is that not punk enough for you?
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Everyday is the same
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Trying to resist despair
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To those of you who feel the same
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Please know I'm here
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and that I care
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You are not alone. <i>[x2]
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Everyday- is like a game
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Will I make it through?
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I'm waiting for the sun
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Basking in the storm
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Will I make it through?
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Everyday- is the same
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Trying to resist despair
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To those of you who feel the same
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Please know I'm here
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and that I care
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By A Thread
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Witch Hunt |