Now listen up I'll say a thing or two,
I bet I know something about you,
That you don't even know,
You don't wanna believe,
I know you're down for anything.
That's not what you're looking for,
There's not a reason to walk out that door,
And I don't even want you to sing,
I just want you to jump with me.
(I'm so complicated)
My body's failing,
I think I've hit the floor,
I cannot feel anything anymore.
My body's failing,
I think I've hit the floor,
I can't remember anything anymore.
And I'm gonna miss your face for a long long time (for a long, long time)
And I can't escape this place, it's in my mind ('cause it's in my mind)
And now that you don't even care,
I've got you inside the palm of my hand.
You don't really wanna get inside my head,
Let's leave out all our skeletons.
The dead just like you will rise,
So come on lift your voices towards the sky,
Now I want you to jump, now I want you to sing,
Now I want you to scream with me...
I've been put down for way too long,
You'll never be good enough.
All they told me was "Just give up",
You'll never be good enough.
I've been put down for way too long,
You'll never be good enough.
All they told me was "Just give up",
You'll never be good enough, never be good enough
Pushing me, and pushing me,
Shut up.
Shut up.
I'm gonna miss your face,
I'm gonna miss your taste,
I'm gonna miss your face,
It's in my mind...
I'm gonna miss your face,
I'm gonna miss your taste,
I'm gonna miss your face,
It's all in my mind...
My body's failing,
I think I've hit the floor,
I cannot feel anything anymore.
My body's failing,
I think I've hit the floor,
I can't remember anything anymore.
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