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Verse 1 :
I comb my hair in the bathroom
People die next door
Pretend not to hear them crying
As I throw clothes on the floor
With my fucked up teenage lifestyle
And my swirled priorities
I don�t hear them crying
When they�re almost on their knees

Chorus :
And I just want to say that im sorry
But there�s nothing I can do
And I wish I could stop the madness
And make life easier for you
If I could take away your pain
Even for awhile
I know I�d give up everything
And all that makes you smile

Verse 2 :
I choose to ignore the angela
As they echo through the halls
I turn my back on the pain
That resonates through these walls
I don�t care for your problems
Though they�re killing me inside
Through my own desires
I shall choose to hide

Chorus :

Verse 3 :
I say that I have problems
But we all know they�re not real
I say that I have wishes
But we know that I can�t feel
I say that I need love
When I really need some sadness
I say that I�m above
But I�m so deep now
I�m sure I can�t escape this
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