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I feel like every time something goes right
Everything falls back
And then I'll get back up
And the light will go black
Is it too much to ask for?
To have the perfect life?
Or am I supposed to live this way
Dealing with my problems through a knife?
I've been scared for a while
But it seems that it's going away
At least, that's what I think
And I hope, and I pray
It's hard to get a handle
On anything but you
I guess maybe that why
Lately I've been so blue