We Are Young

I'm on the edge and falling off and I'm sick of feeling numb. Help me believe it's not the real me. Maybe we can turn it around 'cause it's not too late. I'm standing here alone, feeling so stepped on. It won't be long until I'm burning on the inside. I just don't care anymore. That it drags me down. Things are clear. I will not die. We are one.

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