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Come one and all and see the broken girl, talking to herself
She sits and waits for something better, she'll never find it here
The people touch her hair and pinch her cheek; she can't even feel it

There it goes again, she's listening to someone
She hears the bitter laughter
And all she wants to know is

Why

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does any of it matter? I can't take it anymore
You've gotta try

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the inhale that makes the exhale so much better

She wipes her hands on anything in reach, she never feels clean
She shakes at night because her nerve is gone, every muscle hurts
Come one and all and see what happened that broken girl is me

There it goes again, I can hear it louder
It doesn't feel good anymore
All I want to know is

Why

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does any of it matter? I can't take it anymore
You've gotta try

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the inhale that makes the exhale so much better

Now I know I disappear!
I can't find my way from out of here!
Everything is fading on me!
Someone tell me someone tell me
Someone - tell me

Why

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does any of it matter? I can't take it anymore
You've gotta try

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the inhale that makes the exhale so much better

Why? ! you've gotta try!!