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So here I am, I don’t know where I’m heading, I got lost two years ago, and I’m stuck inside this worthless place, I never wanna see your face, and I don’t know where to go. My friends all ask me, what makes me happy, and that’s the question that I can’t figure out. I can’t seem to handle, everything that they want me to be, I know that we’re different, I know we’re not the same, there’s no reason for you to know my name. My friends all ask me, what makes me happy, and that’s the question that I can’t figure out. My friends all ask me, what makes me happy, and that’s the question that I can’t figure out. I can’t find it, but I’ll find it out, I can’t find it, but I’ll find it out, I can’t find it, but I’ll find it out, I can’t find it, but I’ll find it out. My friends all ask me, what makes me happy, and that’s the question that I can’t figure out.
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I see myself in the leaves, they’re falling down, they have no choice but to hit the ground. Hitting the ground isn't as bad as it seems, at least when I get back up I still have my dreams. I don’t know where I’m going, but I won’t say sorry for something that I believe in. No matter how hard it is to look up, I’m never giving in, not giving up, so stop listening. Looking at these four walls, this room can’t keep a hold of me, I’ll burn it down then possibly get closer, to where I want to be, one day this town will see, I never needed you, just me. I don’t know where I’m going, but I won’t say sorry for something that I believe in. No matter how hard it is to look up, I’m never giving in not giving up, so stop listening. I don’t know where I’m going, but I won’t say sorry for something that I believe in. No matter how hard it is to look up, I’m never giving in not giving up, so stop listening.
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Sometimes I wish I could keep quiet, Instead of saying the things I wanna say, cause when I do they come out the wrong way, and that’s just part of being me, and we’re all messed up we’re left out we’re jaded, that’s how I feel most days, you crave the attention of those who don’t deserve it, how does it feel to be okay with me? I bottle up these emotions until I leave. Sometimes I wish I didn’t hate waking up and getting ready for work or school, this apathy gets the best of me, there’s no place that I’d rather be. How does it feel to be okay with me? I bottle up these emotions until I leave. As the days go by, I find the more you know, the harder it is, well it is to keep trying, to keep fighting against a world unknown, I owe it to my friends, each one of them for sticking with me, it’s hard to comprehend, they’re here until the end.
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This Is Me Fighting Back
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I, found out what makes me happy, hanging out with my friends, not worrying about what you’re doing or if I hit a dead end. I, know this might sound stupid but, it took so long for me to see, that this world has it out for me, I won’t sit down and let myself believe, Let myself believe, this world can beat me. As I sit in this apartment, I wonder where my life went, did I ever lose it in the first place? And I won’t let this. I’m still that awkward kid that’s afraid of the dark, and I’ve been set back from something as little as a false start, but I won’t let anyone or anything stop me, I will get out of this and make myself happy. I’ll make myself happy, That’s what I promised myself. As I sit in this apartment, I wonder where my life went, did I ever lose it in the first place? And I won’t let this, bring me down again, we all have bad thoughts every now and then, I promise you that this is not the end, I’m so glad I have my friends. You can’t tell me, what it means to be happy, you can’t tell me, what it means to be happy, you can’t tell me, what it means to be happy, I’m gonna find out for myself. I’m gonna find out for myself. As I sit in this apartment, I wonder where my life went, did I ever lose it in the first place? And I won’t let this, bring me down again, we all have bad thoughts every now and then, I promise you that this is not the end, I’m so glad I have my friends.
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Another sleepless night, writing songs trying to make things right, well I guess I’ll never understand. It’s 12 o’clock and I can’t count how many time I’ve thrown my phone, and I know you’re sitting at home, and you won’t talk to me. I’m so tired of biting my tongue, it’s like we’re getting older yet I’m still young, I don’t mean to be blunt but let’s be honest, you pushed me aside of course I noticed. You said you’d be there by my side, but for once you won’t be sleeping tonight. Another sleepless night, writing songs trying to make things right, well I guess I’ll never understand, how you can just ignore me on, when you’re sad and pissed off, I never wanna be here again. It’s 3 o’clock and I can’t stand it, to leave me wondering I guess you planned it, my phone broke it missed the call, it makes me wonder if you care at all, and I’m so tired of biting my tongue, it’s like we’re getting older yet I’m still young, I don’t mean to be blunt but let’s be honest, you pushed me aside of course I noticed. You said you’d be there by my side, but for once you won’t be sleeping tonight. Another sleepless night, writing songs trying to make things right, well I guess I’ll never understand, how you can just ignore me on, when you’re sad and pissed off, I never wanna be here again. Another sleepless night, writing songs trying to make things right, well I guess I’ll never understand, ( I’ll never understand) how you can just ignore me on, when you’re sad and pissed off, I never wanna be here again.
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I love the way that your heart beats, the way that you breath, the way that you won’t look down on me, or anyone, or anything, we hate this town we’ll leave right now, and we’ll, run away, leave everything behind, past street lamps, street signs, telephone lines, and we’ll make this more than a dream, I just need you here with me. I just need you now, to tell me how to get by, without you by my side, it messes with my mind. Tell me how to feel, without you its unreal, as seasons come and by, this happens all the time, and then you leave a little note to me, saying that, that you think that you love me, and I don’t know what to do, these are the words I say. I love, the way that your heart beats the way that you breath, the way that you won’t look down on me, or anyone or anything, we hate this town we’ll leave right now, and we’ll, run away leave everything behind, past street lamps, street signs, telephone lines, and we’ll make this more than a dream, I just need you here with me. Like time we never change, we always stay the same, whatever comes our way, we’ll get through this, promise me. I promise you that I, will treat you like I always have, always will, ten years from now, we’ll have each other. And then, you leave a little note to me, saying that, that you think that you love me, and I don’t know what to do, these are the words I say. I love, the way that your heart beats the way that you breath, the way that you won’t look down on me, or anyone, or anything, we hate this town we’ll leave right now, and we’ll, run away leave everything behind, past street lamps, street signs, telephone lines, and we’ll make this more than a dream, I just need you here with me
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