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Just to get things straight, here are all my thoughts:
Everything is happening too fast right now.
To call it men at war,
The father, son, and unholy ghost.
Sometimes I think there's three of me,
But who am I the most?
So I guess pretend to fit in,
But it always just leaves me empty.
So I'm doing my best, my best.
My best just to be me.
So I guess pretend to fit in,
But it always just leaves me empty.
So I'm doing my best, my best.
My best just to be me.
Suddenly things aren't so magical,
There's no logic left in trying anymore.
Makes me wonder what I'd do it for.
Seven minutes for something to I never lacked,
Never been the kind of person to back down.
But I know, it's easy to do sometimes.
Suddenly things aren't so magical,
I can't see any kind of logic here
Putting forth any more effort,
How much harder could I try to get through?
Seven minutes for something to I never lacked,
Never been the kind of person to back down.
But I know, I know, it's easy to do sometimes.
So I guess pretend to fit in.
But it always just leaves me empty
So I'm doing my best, my best.
My best just to be me.
So I guess pretend to fit in.
But it always just leaves me empty
So I'm doing my best, my best.
My best just to be me
