What's wrong with me?
Baby, could you tell me whats wrong with me...me... maybe its because I act so distant, emtions cut off and thrown into the distance, maybe its because i dont know how to listen, is it cause when i finally talk people go start actin different, i see everything, but keep my mouth shut, it's none of my business and my energy's drained enough, but as soon as let anyone have the version im seeing, the truth hurt em too much to were their always leavin chorus maybe it's because i always throw a pity party, always self starting aint enough of it to relive the heartache, what could it take, just to get a reaction out of me, i act like ive seen everything, baby you couldn't imagine the the restraints i put on myself, just to keep the inner fires quelled, i need some heaven help, cause heaven help me so god, i would rather bleed a thousands deaths than to keep livin this fasade stompin up through these glorified bloody steps, i hear demons to my left to go back, trip, but on my right i feel warm light, tellin me do right, if only for the night which one should i choose, should i keep movin or should i lose, finally able to rest, but not yet, ive done climbed up too many steps to leave any regrets, if they want my last breathes they gone have to take it from my chest whats wrong with me, baby...
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Baby, could you tell me whats wrong with me...me... maybe its because I act so distant, emtions cut off and thrown into the distance, maybe its because i dont know how to listen, is it cause when i finally talk people go start actin different, i see everything, but keep my mouth shut, it's none of my business and my energy's drained enough, but as soon as let anyone have the version im seeing, the truth hurt em too much to were their always leavin chorus maybe it's because i always throw a pity party, always self starting aint enough of it to relive the heartache, what could it take, just to get a reaction out of me, i act like ive seen everything, baby you couldn't imagine the the restraints i put on myself, just to keep the inner fires quelled, i need some heaven help, cause heaven help me so god, i would rather bleed a thousands deaths than to keep livin this fasade stompin up through these glorified bloody steps, i hear demons to my left to go back, trip, but on my right i feel warm light, tellin me do right, if only for the night which one should i choose, should i keep movin or should i lose, finally able to rest, but not yet, ive done climbed up too many steps to leave any regrets, if they want my last breathes they gone have to take it from my chest whats wrong with me, baby...
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