| Something whispers in the darkness
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| Don’t know what’s wrong with me
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| I close my eyes and try to see it
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| I’m sick of living in denial
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| My history is haunting
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| Every single part of me
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| I used to always walk the right path
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| I used to hold the knife and justify
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| My head held high
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| Now only shades of grey surround me
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| I try to run away
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| From everything I can’t deny
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| But I never thought
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| It could end this way
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| (Beaten down, broken down, empty)
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| But now I lost too much to be saved
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| My misery overdose stands in my way
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| I’m stuck here behind it, a wall of dismay
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| Nothing is everything and everything is hate
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| My misery overdose stands… stands in my way
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| I’m too tired now to think straight
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| And all my empathy struggles
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| With the rest of me
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| I can’t fight without a reason
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| The only thing I know
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| Is that there’s nowhere left to go
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| But I never thought
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| It could end this way
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| (Beaten down, broken down, empty)
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| But now I lost too much to be saved
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| My misery overdose stands in my way
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| I’m stuck here behind it, a wall of dismay
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| Nothing is everything and everything is hate
|
| My misery overdose stands… stands in my way
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| But I never thought
|
| It could end this way
|
| (Beaten down, broken down, empty)
|
| But now I lost too much to be saved
|
| My misery overdose stands in my way
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| I’m stuck here behind it, a wall of dismay
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| My misery overdose stands in my way
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| I’m pulling the trigger, I’ll end this today
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| My misery overdose stands in my way
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| I’m stuck here behind it, a wall of dismay
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| Nothing is everything and everything is hate
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| My misery overdose stands… stands in my way |