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I’m not the person down the block
I’m not the kid you like a lot
I drive 500 miles a week
I count my words, I hate to speak

I remember seeing you in dreams
Trying to understand what this sadness means
I hate the way I feel confused
Like I’ll always be a part of you

You were such an idol
You were the whole world
Now you see you look
Pretty broken, pretty broken

I’m not a dreamer in the their prime
I’m consistently not worth your time
Sometimes I feel so far away
It’s hard to think I’ll ever stay

There was a person I once knew
He built a molehill out of glue
He claimed I was too close to stick
But somehow I’m still stuck in it

You were such an idol
You were the whole world
Now you see you look
Pretty broken, pretty broken

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