[crash]
[intro]
V1: said it robbed you of something / but you threw away much more yourself / in your pathetic insistence / that you were meant to be someone else / well you know this life / is wasted on you / well you know this life / is wasted
B: you can try to manufacture what you see in other people's lives / but you think to yourself
C: it's just not the same / oh I bet it doesn't feel the same / it's just not the same / oh I bet it doesn't feel the same
V2: spent all your money on new clothes / you just make them look cheap / it's your pathetic existence / that you can't change every second week
B
C
[clock & dialogue]
Mid: wasted / wasted on you
[outro]
[end]
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