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    I don't pull up anywhere
    I barely do anything
    Irrelevant so I'm sure
    All my friends forgotten me
    Terrified of sunny days
    Haven't left my house in weeks

    Whoopee

    Never go to parties, so complain that I'm all alone
    When I get invited though
    I never show
    Maybe that's anxiety, blame it on society
    But I know it's all me
    All my fault, oh poor me
    What am I like?
    Maybe I should shut up and just get a life
    But then what on earth will I do with my nights?
    If I can't cry

    Hey, I heard you're going somewhere, and I wondered if it wasn't a problem
    Then could you take me with you?
    I'm kinda sick of feeling nothing to be honest, so at this point
    There's not a lot I won't do

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    Just anything but apathy
    Could be the depths of hell, or it could be holy
    I know we all get down and alone
    But when I get lonely
    I stay lonely

    And I also stay uninteresting
    Got a personality no-one can invest in
    Such a hard heart to bargain with
    How do I still hate myself when I'm a narcissist?

    Oh what am I like?
    Maybe I should shut up and just get a life
    But then what on earth will I do with my nights?
    If I can't cry
    And I can't cry anymore
    Hey, I heard you're going somewhere, and I wondered, if it wasn't a problem
    Then could you take me with you?
    I'm kinda sick of feeling nothing to be honest, so at this point
    There's not a lot I won't do

    Just anything but apathy
    Could be the depths of hell, or it could be holy
    I know we all get down and alone
    But when I get lonely
    I stay lonely

    And maybe I would like my own company
    If I wasn't such a prick
    I was doing well last week
    But got bored and let it slip

    Hey, I heard you're going somewhere, and I wondered, if it wasn't a problem
    Then could you take me with you? (take me with you)
    I'm kinda sick of feeling nothing to be honest, so at this point
    There's not a lot I won't do

    Just anything but apathy. (apathy)
    Could be the depths of hell, or it could be holy
    I know we all get down and alone
    But when I get lonely
    I stay lonely

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    Composición: Michael Aldag y Alex Quinn

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