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IN MY HEAD
I FEEL YOU STARE
IS IT MY LIPS
OR MY DARK HAIR
I'M USED TO IT
BEEN THERE A FEW TIMES
I DON'T KNOW, ARE THESE THOUGHTS REALLY MINE
I CAN'T CONTAIN THESE DEMONS HANDS
FROM PULLING MY MIND BENEATH MY MASK
THIS ROOM IS GROWING SO COLD

I'M IN MY HEAD
I'M HARDLY DRESSED
SAY I BEG FOR ATTENTION, YOU DON'T SEE MY REFLECTION
THE PERSON I AM
AIN'T THE GIRL I WAS RAISED TO BE
I LIVE MY LIFE
ON THIS IMAGE THAT YOU BUILT FOR ME
I HATE MYSELF
I HAVE NO FRIENDS
JUST A BLURRY REMINDER OF BEING SECOND BEST
THIS ROOM IS GROWING SO COLD

THE ROOM HAS GROWN SO COLD
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
I TRY MY BEST TO BE
MORE THAN MY ANXIETY
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD

I KNOW THAT YOU'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE
YOU'VE FELT THAT, YOU'VE CRIED ON THAT FLOOR
FEELIN LEFT OUT
CAUSE YOU'RE STRESSED OUT BABY
BUT I PROMISE YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH MORE
THAN LOVING TO LOSE YOUR OWN WAR
GOTTA STAND UP
SCREAM NO MORE
GOTTA STAND UP
SCREAM NO MORE

THE ROOM HAS GROWN SO COLD
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
I TRY MY BEST TO BE
MORE THAN MY ANXIETY
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD

I'M FALLING APART INSIDE
DO YOU REALLY CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE
AM I JUST WALKING BY
JUST TO PASS YOUR TIME

THE ROOM HAS GROWN SO COLD
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IN MY HEAD
I FEEL YOU STARE
IS IT MY LIPS
OR MY DARK HAIR
I'M USED TO IT
BEEN THERE A FEW TIMES
I DON'T KNOW, ARE THESE THOUGHTS REALLY MINE
I CAN'T CONTAIN THESE DEMONS HANDS
FROM PULLING MY MIND BENEATH MY MASK
THIS ROOM IS GROWING SO COLD

I'M IN MY HEAD
I'M HARDLY DRESSED
SAY I BEG FOR ATTENTION, YOU DON'T SEE MY REFLECTION
THE PERSON I AM
AIN'T THE GIRL I WAS RAISED TO BE
I LIVE MY LIFE
ON THIS IMAGE THAT YOU BUILT FOR ME
I HATE MYSELF
I HAVE NO FRIENDS
JUST A BLURRY REMINDER OF BEING SECOND BEST
THIS ROOM IS GROWING SO COLD

THE ROOM HAS GROWN SO COLD
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
I TRY MY BEST TO BE
MORE THAN MY ANXIETY
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD

I KNOW THAT YOU'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE
YOU'VE FELT THAT, YOU'VE CRIED ON THAT FLOOR
FEELIN LEFT OUT
CAUSE YOU'RE STRESSED OUT BABY
BUT I PROMISE YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH MORE
THAN LOVING TO LOSE YOUR OWN WAR
GOTTA STAND UP
SCREAM NO MORE
GOTTA STAND UP
SCREAM NO MORE

THE ROOM HAS GROWN SO COLD
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
I TRY MY BEST TO BE
MORE THAN MY ANXIETY
NOT EVERY TREASURE'S MADE OF GOLD

I'M FALLING APART INSIDE
DO YOU REALLY CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE
AM I JUST WALKING BY
JUST TO PASS YOUR TIME

THE ROOM HAS GROWN SO COLD
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Writer: Dorian Cooke, Kyle Black, Niles Gibbs, Oliver Bierman
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