yeah, you're damn good,
but you couldn't see.
Everybody misunderstood,
what was wrong with me.
You could always see through me,
but I guess it went on for too long.
I'm surprised you really can't see,
that something's damn wrong.
This place I'm supposed to call home,
is swallowing me alive.
Maybe it looks like a dome,
but it's damn hard to survive.
The reason for why I don't want to live,
lies in this truth.
I'm sorry, I know you're trying to give,
me the best part of my youth.
I'm sorry for hurting you,
that's why you'll never read this song.
I'll continue to go through,
I'll pretend to get along.
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