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Biting your nails Complaining about the things left unsaid In the sheets of your bed 'Cause every day is Monday and I won't wake up Can't socialize with others and I feel fucked up I got too much faith in love You said I'll be fine You're wrong I'll hold on and don't worry about me, I'll be fine Whiteout Whiteout Whiteout Whiteout And we all just want to be liked And everyone's the same and everybody lies And I'm too old to whine, too old to cry About things that I can't change So carry on, don't look back I'll be the one that you'll forget The one you'll tell your kids you used to know But my name slips your mind, in the back of your head Stored and confined I got too much faith in love You said I'll be fine You're wrong I'll hold on and don't worry about me, I'll be fine Whiteout Whiteout Whiteout Whiteout