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Hollow, i'm dead behind the eyes

Barely breathing, i'm hardly alive

My pain is constant, i'm addicted to the hurt

Set aside my emotions, they never come first

Should I get my hopes up? Should I not?

Sometimes the doubt in my mind is all that I've got

I always think the worst, jumping to conclusions

I can’t help, but to expect disappointment

I want to turn it all off, I wish I didn’t feel at all

Welcome in what gets under my skin and I know it’s all my fault

Fuck my flaws I know that this is all wrong

Condescend my confidence and I can’t help that i’m a walking contradiction

Downing my prescriptions, undermining my condition

So what?

I'm sick, deluded, nothing but a burden

To my family, my friends, i'm not a good person

And I can’t say that I fit in

And I can’t say that I do anything right

And I can’t say that i’m doing fine x2

Hollow, i'm dead behind the eyes

Barely breathing, i'm hardly alive

My pain is constant, i'm addicted to the hurt

Set aside my emotions, they never come first