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All I think about is how I can't think straight. Tampered with the mold, twisted and misplaced. What happened to changing? You can't see through the fog. I had to notice you didn't want a thing at all.

Broken back, broken mind, what do you think I'll find? Feeling alone is now being at home.

I'd rather lose you than have you lose yourself. You couldn't wait to leave, you've been waiting for someone else.

Broken back, broken mind, what do you think I'll find? Feeling alone is now being at home.

Broken back, broken mind, what do you think I'll find? Feeling alone is now being at home.