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Oh my God, yes I've come a long way since high school Just look at all these scars of mine You should probably check my vitals I swear it down, it feels real this time Okay, okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, it'll pass Anxiety can be deceiving, lets the demons relax Relax Just ride the feeling when you feel it b-b-beating too fast It's a throwback to the old days I slip back to my old ways It's the wrong time to break It's the right time to breathe Tryna catch your breath in a hurricane Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane While everybody cеlebrates But they don't know I'm trappеd Show me how to numb the pain Oh, Lord, oh, Lord So I can finally celebrate No, it's so bad No, absolutely not I'm sorry to let you down, but, uh Letras de cancionesI'm, I'm, I'm not gonna come tonight I'm just I'm just (Yeah) I've come a long way from nowhere I've given up on friends of mine 'Cause when I needed friends, they weren't there A phone call coulda saved my life Then I fall back and they crawl back Like sore rats and I saw that Fake love, I don't fall for that So when they call me I don't call back no more I don't wanna hate myself no more, no more, no more It's a throwback to the old days I slip back to my old ways (Old ways) It's the wrong time to break (It's the wrong time to break) It's the right time to breathe Tryna catch your breath in a hurricane Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane While everybody celebrates (While everybody celebrates) They don't know I'm trapped Show me how to numb the pain Oh, Lord, oh, Lord So I can finally celebrate (Na-na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na) (Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na) 'Cause I don't know how to celebrate (Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na, na) No, I don't, no, I don't, no, I don't, oh, no Oh, no, I don't know, I don't know (Na-na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na) Can anybody hear me? (Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na) Can anybody hear me? (Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na, na) No, oh 'Cause I don't know how to celebrate It's a throwback to the old days (Old days) I slip back to my old ways (Old ways) It's the wrong time to break It's the right time to (Breathe, hurricane) Tryna catch your breath in a hurricane Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane (Cellophane) While everybody celebrates From Letras Mania