focussing on my former self-poised to criticise
 all actions being done , trying to deride
 everything I didn?t do myself just wasn?t right

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 If I were you I?d throw my self in front of a driving train
 I?d take a knife sharpen the blades and use it violently on my vein
 I?d climb and jump off the highest and the rockiest of hills
 I?d go to the pharmacy and gorge myself on sleeping-pills

 I walked with my nose held high-with a swollen breast
 the cock of the walk thinking I was best
 but simply couldn?t cope with the power that others had
 all that they?d achieved made me feel so bad

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 maybe my image of you is incomplete
 maybe my perspective is zooming the wrong side
 it might be the case that my thoughts are obsolete
 but it could just aswell be the case that I am right

 and I tried to write a song but I had lost all my skill
 and all my creativity was perticular ill
 couldn?t feel music any more had no melodies in my mind
 and as I tried to concentrate it all went awry

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 the nightmare found its end , I woke up soaked in sweat
 with my sheets torn apart lying beside my bed
 and I kissed the day hello and I was so happy to see
 my face as it had been-I thanked god that I was me

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