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I can't get out of bed today

Lost that shine inside my eyes

I say I'm fine but that's a fucking lie

Stabbed me in the back for the last time

You wouldn't understand

Can't even see the blood on your hands

There goes another day

Each ones the same

Tired of throwing them away

Maybe I'm better off that way

Nothing ever lasts long

No wonder why I write so many sad songs

Tried to tell my story

It's a sad one

Late nights wide awake

Wishing I could fly away

Writing songs you never hear

Covering up my scars