They'll always say that it's only in your mind
And yet I know how real it is for you
You search all day for something that you'll never find
It's a fine line between what's true
That box of cigarrettes sits empty in your car
They just don't do the trick like they used to
And if they kill you quicker that won't be so bad
You say you define dying by just being you
Maybe it's the bottle
And maybe it's a pill
It's all a matter of what ifs and not what's real
Each question leads you deeper down this road
You spiral down and down until you can't feel
It's about time you reaped what you sowed
You've looked up all the symptoms, found out your disease
You're sure it's everything they're telling you
That's no more cancer than your expertise
But you're fine buying what they sell too
You go through your routines and check it off the list
-A pill for this
-Bottle for that
Up till you kiss the bottom pills and bottles can't
But if you die trying you'll know it was real
Maybe it's the bottom
And now it's all uphill from here
You're not dying;
You just can't think of anything to do
You'll be fine;
Until you're cold you'll know I told the truth
Forget it, forget it, I've got to make a stand
Forget it, forget it, not changing who I am...
You're not dying;
You just can't think of anything to do
You'll be fine;
Until you're cold you'll know I told the truth
You're not dying;
You just can't think of anything to do
You'll be fine;
Until you're cold you'll know I told the truth

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