| So is it courage or strength
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| And is that what I’m waiting for?
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| If I could just kill myself
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| Would it also kill the remorse?
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| I wanted so badly to catch a break
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| But I’m only breaking down
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| I’m still here and standing
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| But if it’s up to me, I don’t think?
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| I’ll be?. | 
| hanging around
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| The drink slips down my throat and the burn cures nice and slow all the worst
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| parts I wouldn’t want you to see
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| The only parts left of me now?
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| Here I am, just a kid without a better plan
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| But it’s the simple thoughts that haunt me the most
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| …I never got to see the west coast
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| Spend my nights just asking why
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| Would God let me become like this
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| Was it a joke from the start
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| Was I s’posed to laugh more at it?
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| And everyone’s quoting the teachers and preachers
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| But their words make me feel so alone
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| No one ever says that they’ve had those thoughts in the middle of the night
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| No one ever admits that they wanted to take their life
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| The drink slips down my throat
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| And the burn cures nice and slow
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| All the worst parts I wouldn’t want you to see
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| The only parts left of me now
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| Here I am just a kid without a better plan
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| But it’s the simple thoughts that haunt me the most
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| … I never got to see the west coast
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| But it’s the life I dreamed I d have
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| The love I would find in my grasp
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| The words I could share with someone…
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| Those thoughts keep the breath in my lungs
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| The tomorrow my hope will become
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| Fulfilled by a Love that can’t be undone…
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| …And save a wretch like me
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| So if the drink slips down your throat
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| And the burn cures nice and slow
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| All the worst parts you wouldn’t want me to see
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| The same parts I have in me now?
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| It scares me, too, we are both this way?
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| I feel just like you do
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| But when you’re by yourself you should know…
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| …One day we gotta see the west coast |