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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

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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

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