The world is full of problems
little things that ruin our day
apparently i've become one of them
or at least that's what you say
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i try to hide, disintegrate, disappear in every way
staying silent as the noises continue to grow
i fight inside, i watch you rage and mindlessly obey
no place to stand, no home to belong, this is now all i know
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in the back of my head you're the voice i hear
whitenoise from a video that is left to play
a indistinguishable world of too many beers
and a life of complete dismay
