Letras:8 Stops 7. Doubt.

i wanna be a saint
but i end up a pain
i wanna be your love
but i can't get my mind off this drug

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somebody please won't somebody help me out
cause i can't decide just what it is i think i wanna feel right now
these walls are closing in
i'm sick as a dog with doubt but i want more
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i wanna be inside
she shows me how to feel alive
i wanna be a good friend
but i end up alone once again

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lock myself up in this room
with a pocketful to dull the pain
try to find some inner peace
but the silence is driving me insane



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comfortable
in ropes and chains
cuts off the flow of thoughts
that i don't want to feel today

concious now
but not the same
fall again and i don't know
what i want to feel today
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i'm fed up with today
i want to feel today

i wanna be a saint
but i end up a pain
i wanna be your love
but i can't get my mind off this drug

*chorus*