No, I'm not trying to compete
With anybody but it's hard to breathe
And it's been feeling bittersweet
Because you always make me weak
I don't wanna stay here and I need to get out of this
House, this town, this city I'm around
It's been hard without you lately
I can't

I got a pen in my hand, a piece of paper and some tissues
Crying in my room and writing songs about my issues
I'm viciously wishing that I had someone that would listen
To all the thoughts and problems that I have and help me fix them

'Cause I got no motion in my emotions
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