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There once was a man who couldn't commit. And he couldn't net met that he couldn't commit because he wasn't aware of it. And he woke up everyday feeling like shit, sick. In the heart and in the head he would just lie there and play dead. Well you know what? I'm still sick. No longer in my heart and not in my head but believe me I am still sick. I am just SICK of playing dead.

All that I want in life
Are the bags under my eyes
To start to weigh enough
To keep them open wide

At least enough for me

I realize that I’m not the center
Of anybody’s world except for mine
Which is probably for the better
Because I’ll self destruct in time
I try to lend a helping hand
But it’s fractured with no cast
And the shoulder I let you lean on
Is made of cracking glass