| In my head, I feel you stare
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| Is it my lips or my dark hair?
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| I’m used to it, been there a few times
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| I don’t know
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| Are these thoughts really mine?
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| I can’t contain these demon’s hands
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| From pulling my mind beneath my mask
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| This room is growing so cold
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| I’m in my head
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| I’m hardly dressed
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| Say I beg for attention
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| You don’t see my reflection
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| The person I am ain’t the girl I was raised to be
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| I live my life on this image that you built for me
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| I hate myself, I have no friends
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| Just a blurry reminder of being second best
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| This room is growing so cold
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| The room is growing so cold, cold
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| Not every treasure’s made of gold, gold
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| What do you want from me?
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| I try my best to be more than my anxiety
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| Not every treasure’s made of gold
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| Woah oh, gold
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| I know that you’ve been there before
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| You felt that you’ve cried on that floor
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| Feelin' left out, so stressed out, baby
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| But I promise you’ve got so much more
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| Than loving to lose up on war
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| Gotta stand up, scream 'no more'
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| Gotta stand up, scream 'no more'
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| The room is growing so cold, cold
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| Not every treasure’s made of gold, gold
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| What do you want from me?
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| I try my best to be more than my anxiety
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| Not every treasure’s made of gold
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| Woah oh, gold
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| I’m falling apart inside
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| Do you really care if I live or die?
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| And I just wasn’t by
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| Just to pass the time
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| The room is growing so cold |