Can see through my lullabies
The prize, a letter
And I can't get out my door
The bills, they come
But I don't care 'bout that
And everybody's asking me tonight
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
But I don't have the guts to say
Is it really her with him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
I write the news from everybody's lips
I saw you on the walkway with his hands on your hips
And I called it out, I said "Is that my best friend"
You said, "You should probably leave"
Tonight, everybody's asking me
If I'm alright
And I don't have the words to sing
Is it really her with him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
Is it really her with him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
I'm not alright
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