This life looks like a sentence, though
A constant game of falling short
If you know, you know
If you know, you know
When I feel like this
When I'm just so sick of feeling less than perfect
Is it right for me?
I never fight to see if coming clean would get to me
I feel myself holding back
I feel the pressure, it's finally back
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