I wrote a story in the book of life today
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I turned the page and then I turned and walked away
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Cause what I wrote was just symbolic of the time
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I've been surrounded by another state of mind
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You do this, to gain control
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You say that, to make yourself feel whole
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You say this, just to be kind
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I see it's all just a waste of fucking time!
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Sometimes the problems freeze the pen that's in my hand
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No rules provided that will make me understand
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And then I think about the notes that I just took
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I look around, then turn around, then close the book.
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Cause I see the writing how it can be
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I write this paragraph to tell me that I'm me
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All rules provided, symbolic of the time
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It keeps me from falling into another state of mind
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I do this, to gain control
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I do this, to make myself feel whole
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I say this, not to be kind
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I see it's all just a waste of fucking time!
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STIGMA!!
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Surrounded
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H2O |