Last night I dreamed that you were dead
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The only way that I could find
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to clear you from my head
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I find it hard for me to get past all the
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shit you did to me
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In spite, at night, I try in vain to get my mind at right
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Tongue tied
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I feel so terrified
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I¡¯m so sick of being on my own
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This feels like suicide
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Tongue tied
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I feel so dead inside
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Some things are better left alone
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Completely out of sight in mind
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Never to be told
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I find it harder to express the things
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that no one else can see, but me
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sometimes I wait for days to get my mind at right
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Tongue tied
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I feel so terrified
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I¡¯m so sick of being on my own
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This feels like suicide
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Tongue tied
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I feel so dead inside
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Struggling me in a world I can¡¯t control
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This feels like suicide
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Some say waiting
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Taking my own time
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Is all I can do
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Should¡¯ve known you¡¯ve things to hide
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By that look in your eyes
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I can hear the words (loud)
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Now I finally understand
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This feeling of uncertainty that leaves me now
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Tongue tied
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I feel so terrified
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I¡¯m so sick of being on my own
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This feels like suicide
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Tongue tied
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I feel so dead inside
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Struggling me in a world I can¡¯t control
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This feels like suicide
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This feels like suicide
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This feels like suicide
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Tongue Tied
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| Earshot |
