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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