| Laying down my head, yet sleep is not an option
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| With the weights that you’ve laid upon my chest
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| Wishing I could run, but you’d catch up anyway
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| Laying down my head, yet sleep is not an option
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| With the weights that you’ve laid upon my chest
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| Wishing I could run, but you’d catch up anyway
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| And I’m gonna end up losing- no peace, no rest
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| Just stay away
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| You’re giving me the pills that I choke on
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| Look at the mess that you’ve made of me
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| I hope it all comes back, and one day you will choke on this
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| Going back and forth in my general well-being
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| Not sure of what is right or should cause alarm
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| I can’t figure out what it is to be normal
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| And I really wish you would stop counseling me
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| Just stay away
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| You’re giving me the pills that I choke on
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| Look at the mess that you’ve made of me
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| I hope it all comes back, and one day you will choke on…
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| …This isn’t normal, right?
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| The conflict I keep inside
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| There’s nothing left of me
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| But only I can set me free
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| Not sure how I got here or how long it has been
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| But I’m starting to grow tired of these sterile walls
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| And there you sit at the foot of my bed
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| And no amount of treatment can make you disappear
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| Just stay away
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| You’re giving me the pills that I choke on
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| Look at the mess that you’ve made of me
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| I hope it all comes back, and one day you will choke on…
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| …This isn’t normal, right?
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| The conflict I keep inside
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| There’s nothing left of me
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| But only I can set me free |