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I've been away, a little while

Sometimes I just can't help myself

When my mind's running wild

I seem to lose grip on reality

And I try to disregard the crazy things

The voices tell me to do but it's no use

All I needed was the last thing I wanted

To sit alone in a room and say it all out loud

Every moment, every second, every trespass

Every awful thing, every broken dream

A couple years back and forth with myself in a cage

Banging my head against the wall,

Tryna put words on a page

All I needed was the last thing I wanted

To be alone in a room, alone in a room

I can be better than I was

I can be better than I am