Who

I wish that I didn't have any feelings
And my rooms had no ceilings
But I hit my head when I stand
And I wished for something that I could never have, but
It's too late to take it back
'Cause I've got the blood on my hands

Stand right on your broken mind
And if all the stars align
We'll climb the wall
But I don't really know if I
Wanted anything at all

Fuck

Maybe I should get a little bit of rest
I've been counting all my days
Just tryin' to do my best, but
To you I'm just a stranger
Voice in a box in an echo chamber
Do-do you ever wonder what it's all for?
Makin' mistakes always walkin' through the wrong doors
To you am I a person?
And if I am is it a different person?

Wh-wh-wh-who am I, wh-wh-who am I to tell you what to think of me?
Wh-wh-wh-who am I, wh-wh-who am I to tell you what to think-think?
And I nеver learned my lеsson
Does it piss you off when I ask questions?
And everyone's got imperfections
I'm partial to my own perception

And I like to think I'm pretty good at bein' myself
But I'm no exception to bein' partial to my misconceptions
And I'd like to think I'm pretty good at bein' myself
But I'm no exception to bein' partial to my misconception

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