I fall asleep at night alone, killed another long day.
I beat myself to a pulp again, I think I'm slipping away. You see me gone gone, you want me on your tongue.
I live my life alone, alone, I think I like it this way.
I never even come close, even close, I feel I'm slipping away.
You see me gone gone, you want me only torn.
No, you want to go home. So pink, so vain, so slow. Too old.

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