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Swimming through the pages left unread
The sleepless nights spent shaking on the bed
Until I'm tearing at my eyelids, And I can't
Help but think it's better to be
Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and
Screaming worries about how things will end
Every night with my sweaty hand in yours
Staying up until the stars are getting bored
And if I fall asleep
Should I comment out my dreams
Cuz I know it's getting old
And it's not quite what it seems
And If I can't be you
Who the hell else should I be
What's the point in getting old
If giving up's all that it means
When I found you in the park behind your house
You were crying but I didn't ask, what about
We run away somewhere and don't come back
And just pretend that we're already
Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and
Screaming worries about how things will end
Every night with my sweaty hand in yours
Staying up until the stars are getting bored
And if I fall asleep
Should I comment out my dreams
Cuz I know it's getting old
And it's not quite what it seems
But If I can't be you
Who the hell else can I be
What's the point in getting old
If giving up's all that it means
The sleepless nights spent shaking on the bed
Until I'm tearing at my eyelids, And I can't
Help but think it's better to be
Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and
Screaming worries about how things will end
Every night with my sweaty hand in yours
Staying up until the stars are getting bored
And if I fall asleep
Should I comment out my dreams
Cuz I know it's getting old
And it's not quite what it seems
And If I can't be you
Who the hell else should I be
What's the point in getting old
If giving up's all that it means
When I found you in the park behind your house
You were crying but I didn't ask, what about
We run away somewhere and don't come back
And just pretend that we're already
Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and
Screaming worries about how things will end
Every night with my sweaty hand in yours
Staying up until the stars are getting bored
And if I fall asleep
Should I comment out my dreams
Cuz I know it's getting old
And it's not quite what it seems
But If I can't be you
Who the hell else can I be
What's the point in getting old
If giving up's all that it means
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Writer(s): Lian Cheng Shao
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