| I wanna write you, yeah you
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| The guy behind the pen, writing this song, reciting it again
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| I never liked you, cause you was never like me
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| You was always trying to impress others like fuck it, just bite me
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| But deep down your soul is crushing inside me
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| And all I can think of is what really really defines me
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| Your true self is something you can’t deal with
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| So you put up a front, walk around like you don’t feel shit
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| And ass-faking, I don’t like it, I despise it
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| So be real with yourself as I write this
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| And then it might just sink right into your mind sense
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| You’re losing people around you, can’t find friends?
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| Of course you can’t, you’re hard headed
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| Too smart for your own good, a sharp headache
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| Most people hate you, you’re like five Simons in one Dennis
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| Do you hear me, huh, Denace?
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| I don’t like the fact that you keep me hidden
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| On top of that, you’re an act just to fit in
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| This ain’t really what I wanted for you, not my vision
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| Your friends made you what you are, really think I’m kidding?
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| Listen D, you’re drowning me inside this misery
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| Maybe if you didn’t lock me inside like you did to me
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| I wouldn’t hurt you if you didn’t keep on hitting me
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| By bottling everything inside, are you sick of me?
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| Well I am sick of you, this is why I pick at you
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| Look at you, look inside this fucking mirror and tell me
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| That it ain’t clear that you’re alone and you can’t bear
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| The fact that everyone around you is going somewhere
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| And you’re stuck here dazed with a blank stare
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| Your stress is killing you, is that a grey strand of hair?
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| Watch as life passes by as you’re standing there
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| In line at the hospital waiting for medicare
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| As you sit there and you’re writing on this third verse
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| I manifest in symptoms to show you that I hurt worse
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| I’m giving you exactly what you’re giving me
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| You wanna live then you gotta start living free
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| You gotta be yourself, put aside that someone else
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| Take the mask off and deal the hands that you were fucking dealt
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| Don’t be ashamed of the person that you are
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| Don’t be so tense and strung up like this guitar
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| You’re having an identity crisis
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| Come on, get a grip Denace, you got me in you, let’s fight this
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| Dr. Jekyl, mister don’t go and hide this
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| We can do it together, come on, fight bitch!
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| Come on and bring me out and keep me out
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| For people to see me now, this is what it’s about
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| Come on the time is now so stop hiding out
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| Pop the cork or break the fucking bottle now! |