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Sitting face to face with all the wreckage With no perspective, I just don't get it Pull me limb from limb, feeling dissected I'm on the fence of feeling calm and collected Another light keeps running through my brain I can change, I can change, I can change I just can't figure out what's wrong with me I just don't wanna' be a wannabe Spending all my time self diagnosing While decomposing, usefully useless Circumstances are holding me hostage I wake up exhausted, at this point I've lost it There's nothing left to talk about I'd rather you just block it out Living with the paranoia Can't control the voice I'm doing alright I'm doing alright I'm still living with the paranoia Can't control the voice I'm doing alright From Letras Mania