This drug, it's called Slumber,
it helps me to forget, and when I wake up in December,
There won't be nothing left,
I'm a shell of my former self,
I'm the lost and found box that never gets opened

Ask me, just how I'm doing,
I'll always say I'm doing fine,
these problems are my own and,
I'm keeping quiet as I lose my mind,

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Just tell me what's going on here,
Just tell me where to go,
This is my life, ain't it?
I've got a right to know!

Pressure's on, I've lost all feeling
inside my fingertips,
The memories of yesterday,
endorphins dance across my lips
He's not coming home, he's far too changed
Adopted all of them, strange ways

Ask me, just how I'm doing
The honest truth is that I'm scared,
If I fall off the world this time,
will I get back up? Or will I stay there.

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