| Wake up, do the same thing everyday |
| And repeat the cycle |
| I feel like a moth drawn to a flame |
| I just can't help myself |
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| I'm to indecisive |
| My rope's about to break |
| And life's so monotonous |
| I'm withering away |
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| What a funny way to feel |
| Been so focused on my past |
| That I lost sight of what was |
| Still here |
| I forgot what was real |
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| Maybe I need to find another way to cope |
| Completely redesign a better me, I know |
| Stopped running, spared myself the pain |
| It's never ending |
| I don't want to be |
| Bound to misery |
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| There's always something to say |
| With comments under my breath |
| I hate how it feels |
| Trapped in the way of my own self-interests |
| No |
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| Running from myself |
| I can't sweep it under the rug now |
| Everything I am still left in question |
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| I've got a problem where I believe every word I speak |
| So sick to death of all this |
| It's left me broken |
| And I know it won't be |
| Easy tryna' carry the weight |
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| Maybe I need to find another way to cope |
| Completely redesign a better me, I know |
| Stopped running, spared myself the pain |
| It's never ending |
| I don't want to be |
| Bound to misery |
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| I have a hard time describing the feeling |
| I don't want to be |
| Bound to misery |
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| I move away from access |
| I lie in the dirt to rest |
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