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You live your life like you're on TV,
But no one really cares about you.
You write your own reality,
And cross your fingers they won't doubt you.
She said, it doesn't have to be like this.
Yes it does, yes it doesn't have to be.
It doesn't have to be like this.
Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does.
When the curtains open,
Do you fear they'll see the truth?
Will the lights burn off the mask,
Over the tragedy of you?
She said, it doesn't have to be like this.
Yes it does, yes it doesn't have to be.
It doesn't have to be like this.
Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does.
And every morning,
You face the day to find,
The joy of living,
Is what you left behind.
If you could only find a man,
Who's not yet dead inside,
Maybe you could gut him out,
And have a place to hide.
She said, it doesn't have to be like this.
Yes it does, yes it doesn't have to be.
It doesn't have to be like this.
Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does.
Yes it does.
Yes it does.
Yes it does.
Yes it does.