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I've been feeling a lot like the cracks in my ceiling
Tired of being so defeated
I've been thinking I might be who you been missing
But who the hell am I kidding

Maybe it's better this way
Before I turn into someone you hate
Looking at you is like salt in my wound
Cause I know that things won't be the same

I can hear her nothing more than a whisper
Loud enough to remember
It's safe to say now I'm just lost in the crowd
And I won't be found by anyone else

Maybe it's better this way
Before I turn into someone you hate
Looking at you is like salt in my wound
Cause I know that things won't be the same
Followed the light to your room
Didn't know what else I could do
I'll wait patiently on the edge of my seat
Hoping one day that I'll make it through

I've been feeling a lot like the cracks on my ceiling
I've been thinking I might be who you been missing.

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