This shaking is keeping me awake
My life is starting to turn out fake,
The stress is starting to make me hate
Shadows take the corner the lights take a break
Descending into darkness has turned into my fate
My eyes see spots of red; this brain has turned out dead
I’m getting sick of all these games
I’m getting sick of being blamed
Why is it you’re so perfect?
Why is it you are loved and have it all?
I guess you’re always right
You’re always making my head so light
But I guess you’re always right
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