We all keep falling asleep and we all keep waking up
We all keep dying and we all keep being born
The images we drew have already been drawn
At one point, we all feel special you’re nothing special for feeling special mr special
Always thinkin’ we’re at war with the world when we’re always at war with ourselves
Trying to be in control of control when control cannot be controlled
Pushing the good things hopping for better when the good was actually the best
Nothing is ever good enough and enough is never enough
Perhaps nothing has changed since the last time everything changed
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