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Hollow, I'm dead behind the eyes Barely breathing, I'm hardly alive My pain is constant, I'm addicted to the hurt Should I get my hopes up? Should I not? Sometimes the doubt in my mind is all that I've got I always think the worst, jumping to conclusions I can't help, but to expect disappointment I want to turn it all off, I wish I didn't feel at all Welcome in what gets under my skin and I know it's all my fault Fuck my flaws I know that this is all wrong I condescend my confidence And I can't help that I'm a walking contradiction Downing my prescriptions, undermining my condition So what? I'm sick, deluded, nothing but a burden To my family, my friends, I'm not a good person And I can't say that I fit in And I can't say that I do anything right And I can't say that I'm doing fine (And I can't say that I'm doing fine) Hollow, I'm dead behind the eyes Barely breathing, I'm hardly alive My pain is constant, I'm addicted to the hurt Set aside my emotions, they never come first