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I must've meddled by your head
It's getting out of hand again
Nobody sees it, but I can.
You thought of everything, I bet
But did you think that I might die?
I haven't really smiled, and I don't know how long you know
Something's going to give again, something's going to give again!
I try to fight, but did you listen?
Even though you're gone, I'm never finished
I can never be your God
And I don't even think I want the job, anymore.
Say something, anything to me.
I did believe, but I have doubts.
So many reasons to hold on
Conflicting interest, isn't it?