| I know his mindset is sick and it’s twisted,
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| How could I ever deny your existance?
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| Just give me a sign.
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| I know his mindset is sick and it’s twisted,
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| How could I ever deny your existance?
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| Just give me a sign.
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| Just give me a sign.
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| I breathe the air into my lungs from the atmosphere around me.
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| It’s hard to believe that this was all a part of a grand design.
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| I question my part in this world and question my existance.
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| If you’re real, for once, I would like the see the sign.
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| I don’t know what else I can do, to be the man you want me to.
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| If you’re so knowing, then reveal yourself, show me the truth.
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| I know his mindset is sick and it’s twisted.
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| How could I deny your existance?
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| Just give me a sign.
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m not even worth it,
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| the people out of their roles don’t deserve it.
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| Tell me this one time.
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| Sandal footsteps in the sand remind me I’m alone.
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| Following a path by myself into the unknown.
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| I know that faith is something more that just what can be seen.
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| I realize the single footsteps is where you held me.
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| I know his mindset is sick and it’s twisted.
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| How could I deny your existance?
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| Just give me a sign.
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m not even worth it,
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| the people out of their roles don’t deserve it.
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| Tell me this one time.
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| I’m self-abusing, I’m a masoshist,
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| Miserable, feeling inadequate.
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| I’m self-abusing, I’m a masoshist,
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| Miserable, feeling inadequate.
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| I’m self-abusing, I’m a masoshist,
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| Miserable, feeling inadequate.
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| I’m self-abusing, I’m a masoshist,
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| Miserable, feeling inadequate.
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| I know his mindset is sick and it’s twisted.
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| How could I deny your existance?
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| Just give me a sign.
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m not even worth it,
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| the people out of their roles don’t deserve it.
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| Tell me this one time.
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| I’m self-abusing, I’m a masochist,
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| Miserable, feeling inadequate.
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| I’m self-abusing, I’m a masoshist,
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| Miserable, feeling inadequate. |