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[Verse]
I'm zoning out, thinking in my room again
I need anything to distract from my thoughts
I’m not convinced that I should be here
It seems too easy to go
I suppose it's family tradition
We've all wanted to die at some point
My mom when I was 11, my dad to this day
He’s told me he's thought of it on the way to work sometimes
The only future he sees is working till he dies
Just to get a measly paycheck that he'll never see
My mom lays in pain and the medicine won't heal
I even saw my grandmother in tears on Christmas eve
I'm convinced that it never gets better
Even with the sweater that shows me who I am
I'll never be myself, I'll never feel right
I'll always feel alien until I give up again

[Outro]
And I think I’ll give up again
I think I’ll give up again