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    I just called to see how you’re doing
    Never mind, that’s a lie
    I’ve been going through it
    I had a good thing but I blew it
    It wasn’t her fault and she knew it

    Tell me, what kind of man am I s’posed to be
    When the lines the razor blade made are faded
    Is there really any hope for me
    If a simple conversation’s complicated

    I know everything I’ve ever done wrong
    That kind of memory won’t let me move on
    Though there’s bound to be some things that you ain’t told me
    I could never be ashamed of you homie

    I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
    (I’m turning my life to hell)
    See the voice in my head really needs some help
    (I figure I might as well)
    I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
    (I’m turning my life to hell)
    See the voice in my head really needs some help
    (I figure I might as well)

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    Step inside this is my confession
    I let resentment turn into a deep depression
    I spend the next five lines asking bad questions
    How could I hit rock bottom never learning a lesson?
    Do I deserve this hurting?
    If my body goes limp would I float to the surface?
    Or can I live in a world with no purpose?
    How could I change when I’m still the same person?

    I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
    (I’m turning my life to hell)
    See the voice in my head really needs some help
    (I figure I might as well)
    I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
    (I’m turning my life to hell)
    See the voice in my head really needs some help
    (I figure I might as well)

    Stuck in a circle
    Waiting to die
    I won’t find a way out
    Looking inside
    Don’t I deserve
    To make anything right
    I won’t find a way out
    Looking inside

    Stuck in a circle
    Waiting to die
    I won’t find a way out
    Looking inside
    Don’t I deserve
    To make anything right
    I won’t find a way out
    Looking inside

    I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
    (I’m turning my life to hell)
    See the voice in my head really needs some help
    (I figure I might as well)
    I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
    (I’m turning my life to hell)
    See the voice in my head really needs some help
    (I figure I might as well)

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