Those Without — The Thin Line Between Hope & Despair

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Oh what a shocker
I fucked it up again
You’d think that I would get used to the embarrassment
It’s the same story but from different perspectives
Apparently it’s my fault that you’re over protective

Just tighten up that leash, as it was my noose
You’re killing me with arrogance but to you that’s no excuse
Cause I forgot to compliment you on the skirt you bought today
So of course let’s just push me aside, whatever you say

Don’t question why I’m so scared
Cause it’s making you look like you actually care
So when I wake up and you’re not next to me
I’ll thank the gods that I’m no longer friends with misery

The second I start talking you’ve got better things to do
I’m roadkill on the sidewalk unless I’m focusing on you
So you can tell all your friends of what an asshole I am
It’s scripted, predestined, but I’m happy again

And over and over you’ve always said
That I feel like I feel cause I’m fucked in the head
To you I’m nothing but a fresh coat of paint
To remind you that your solitude is miles away

Don’t question why I’m so scared
Cause it’s making you look like you actually care
So when I wake up and you’re not next to me
I’ll thank the gods that I’m no longer friends with misery

There’s nothing left
For me to say
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t feel this way
Stuck up and pretentious you’ll call me up
To tell me that you finally had enough
And I’ve been trying to hold it in
I never wanted to watch you have to shed your skin
I’ll be keeping my balance on this thin line
Between hope and despair I’ve died a thousand times

Don’t question why I’m so scared
Cause its making you look like you actually care
So when I wake up and you’re not next to me
I’ll thank the gods that I’m no longer friends with misery
Don’t question why I’m so scared
Cause it’s making you look like you actually care
So when I wake up and you’re not next to me
I’ll thank the gods that I’m no longer friends with misery