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Unless you could see inside my head You couldn't possible understand I'm happier when things are falling apart At the seams and you never know just by looking at me And I'm strugn out on the future And burnt our on the past Sometimes I'd rather just burn this place to the ground And y'know, it's just may be me But the parking lot with all those creeps Keeps me convincing myself that I'm completely sane And with sleep just over rated And all of my ideals out dated I know that I wouldn't want it any other way And I can't explain why this races through my mind