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I'm not the person down the block I'm not the kid you like a lot I drive 500 miles a week I count my words I hate to speak I remember seeing you in dreams Trying to understand what this sadness means I hate the way I feel confused Like I'll always be a part of you You were such an idol Yeah, you were the whole world Now you see you look pretty broken Pretty broken I'm not a dreamer in their prime I'm consistently not worth your time Sometimes I feel so far away It's hard to think I'll ever stay There was a person I once knew He built a molehill out of glue He claimed I was too close to stick But somehow I'm still stuck in it You were such an idol Yeah, you were the whole world Now you see you look pretty broken Pretty broken