| There’s a war inside of me and you watch it silently
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| Any idiot could see that I killed all the hope that I had
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| There’s a war inside of me, burning red and honestly
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| And I wave it constantly like a flag, like a flag, like a flag
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| This knife that’s in my back keeps twisting
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| Anxiety attacks
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| This is a battleground, I’m caught in the crossfire
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| My words are weaponry and I’m waiting patiently
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| You win the battle now but I will return the fire
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| 'Cause I’d crawl on broken glass
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| To be the one who laughs last
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| You’re advancing mercilessly, unprovoked and needlessly
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| And I’ll march you into the sea just to watch you drown in the end
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| I am used to these black eyes, to be bruised, antagonized
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| But it overwhelms my mind to believe that I called you a friend
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| This knife that’s in my back keeps twisting
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| Anxiety attacks
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| This is a battleground, I’m caught in the crossfire
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| My words are weaponry and I’m waiting patiently
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| You win the battle now but I will return the fire
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| 'Cause I’d crawl on broken glass
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| To be the one…
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| This is a battleground, I’m caught in the crossfire
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| My words are weaponry and I’m waiting patiently
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| You win the battle now but I will return the fire
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| 'Cause I’d crawl on broken glass
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| To be the one who laughs last
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| And down the trenches, I will go
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| Fight the armies on my own
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| I alone
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| This is a battleground, I’m caught in the crossfire
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| My words are weaponry and I’m waiting patiently
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| You win the battle now but I will return the fire
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| 'Cause I’d crawl on broken glass
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| To be the one…
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| This is a battleground, I’m caught in the crossfire
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| My words are weaponry and I’m waiting patiently
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| You win the battle now but I will return the fire
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| 'Cause I’d crawl on broken glass
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| To be the one who laughs last
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| To be the one who laughs last |