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There's an unmade bed in my conscious head
When all my muscles refuse to rest
And I count the steps, just tell me where
I can go to get out of this head

And sometimes I pray to God that the floor will fall in
And I can just return to Him
A lone defect from His factory
Threatening to ruin His credibility

Oh, what a waste of a beautiful mind
To teach it to hate its own design
And leave it to you, cynical pride
Changing all the colours until it's just black and white
We're all colourblind

I'm tired now, can't you see?
All your light's always running away from me
I am bitter, but just know this
I will not feel ashamed to exist

Oh, and how can you say that you believe in creation
Then feed me sad and cruel hatred
For the way that I was made?
And how could you let me cry out to the divine?
Begging to be made into someone I'd like
Someone who knows how to dim their light
As to not get in anyone else's eyes

Oh, what a silent tragedy
To kill the parts of you that make you feel
And, oh, what a sad conviction to have
To only give your love to those that you understand
But I don't understand

I'm tired now, can't you see?
All your light's always running away from me
I am bitter, but just know this
I will not feel ashamed to exist

Now, I'm tired now, can't you see?
All your light's always running away from me
I am bitter, but just know this
I will not feel ashamed to exist

Oh, what a waste of a beautiful mind
Oh, what a waste of a beautiful mind
I said, oh, what a waste of a perfectly good mind
To teach it that its creator was never on its side

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