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Spend all day, head down crying lately Each thought comes faster than the last Cigarettes in bed and one leg hanging off the edge Seven dried-out bowls to mark a week since you last slept And all day We're feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down I'm not scared of it but I'm scared of myself, that's enough for the both of us Ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah You're crying on the phone again It tears me up, but you can't tell An aching in your cheeks to say You're smiling through your teeth again And all day We're feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down I'm not scared of it but I'm scared of myself, that's enough for the both of us And you ask of me, when will I feel love again? But I can't say that it's hard enough to feel okay And all day Feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down I'm not scared of it but And all day We're feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down I'm not scared of it but I'm scared of myself, that's enough for the both of us And you ask of me, when will I feel love again? But I can't say that it's hard enough to feel okay