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Can you see I am a mess.
I just want to get away
Far from this stuffy place.
Away from all this stress.
That supposedly I create.

I’ll never be good enough
For everyone’s taste
No one knows respect
Because a little goes a long way.

Chorus
Don’t take my hand
And tell me it’s all okay.
I’ll never be the same,
Mark that to my grave.
I’m sick of living the lie,
Everyone else creates.
I’m sick of crying,
Because my tears are quickly
drying to my face.

A lie hurts the most.
It can hardly be forgiven
Especially from one you love.
It makes you want to change,
The life you have led.
Because nothing is ever right
I create a web of stress
At least that’s what I’m given.

Chorus
Don’t take my hand
And tell me it’s all okay.
I’ll never be the same,
Mark that to my grave.
I’m sick of living the lie,
Everyone else creates.
I’m sick of crying,
Because my tears are quickly drying
To my face

What could you want from me?
I’m only a big mistake.
One that should never be forgiven
Because the truth is all I can take.

Even though I play it cool.
I am always dying inside.
The things I have to take.
Its too much for one to handle


Chorus
Don’t take my hand
And tell me it’s all okay.
I’ll never be the same,
Mark that to my grave.
I’m sick of living the lie,
Everyone else creates.
I’m sick of crying,
Because my tears are quickly drying
To my face

Every breath I do take,
Feels like the last one.
Every kiss I do receive,
Feels like there’s no meaning.
Because there’s nothing left of me,
No soul, just a body.

I’m only just a thing.
One that people tried to create,
Develop and grow.

But look at me now.
I am broken,
Inside and out.





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