Do you ever wonder if it's you, if you're just out of your mind
I'm sitting there on the couch in a crowded room
Everyone is laughing; my smile goes in and out
I'm only pretending to be amongst the chatter and casual conversation
Another beat keeps me alive, but what keeps me really breathing
Most of the time I just feel like I'm dreaming
Have you been there, in that space you know you shouldn't be
Just filling time with air
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story of my life.
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