| This is a place I know too well
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| Been down here a while if you can’t tell
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| And I have analysed and tried my best to justify
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| The sorrow I have brought upon myself
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| Am I addicted to the misery? | 
| Is this how I’ll always be?
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| Grinding the salt into every wound
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| Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?
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| You can’t trust me to be there for you
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| I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out
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| You’d think I’d learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about
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| When there was sun, I couldn’t see for the clouds
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| Still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down
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| Until I reached my rock bottom
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| Down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I’d forgotten
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| Is it me that’s making me sick?
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| Been burning both ends of the wick
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| Am I addicted to the misery? | 
| Is this how I’ll always be?
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| Grinding the salt into every wound
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| Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?
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| You can’t trust me to be there for you
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| I’ve got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette
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| Casting a shadow, a shade over me
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| Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist
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| Your worst impressions were right about me
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| Your worst impressions were right about me
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| Your worst impressions were right
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| I could ask you to stay if you’re feeling forgiving
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| I could live with the guilt if you call this living
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| I could try to memorise each grain of sand
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| As it slips through my fingers and falls from my hands
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| It took me longer than I’d care to admit
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| This life is only what I choose to make of it
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| And the only thing standing in between happiness and myself
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| Was this depression I held so close to my chest
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| Am I addicted to the misery? | 
| Is this how I’ll always be?
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| Grinding the salt into every wound
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| Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?
 | 
| You can’t trust me to be there for you
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| I’ve got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette
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| Casting a shadow, a shade over me
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| Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist
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| Your worst impressions were right about me
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| Wasting a waning youth
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| Waiting for something to help me pull through
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| I never saw the sun through the clouds
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| I lost faith when the skies were falling down |