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So I'll go most of the way without ever admitting to anything And I'll try as I might to be anything that I'm not Puppet on a string, what makes you different from me? Others seem to dictate both of our perceived realities And it takes a long time to read your own mind and I still don't think I can Oh, when in life will I gain an upper hand? How have I come so far and still have so long to go? It's like 19 decided to hide part of my soul I'll spend most of my time, head spinning and waiting for answers that just won't come And it's been a long time since I have pretended to love And it takes a long time to read your own mind and I still don't think I can Oh, when in life will I gain an upper hand? Pictures and paintings, all in my mind The spotlights, the waiting, the saying I'm fine The pretend love stories cause I think that I missed out on what life's about So I'll sit by the window and question my life like I do about every night And I wonder what it would be like to feel like a child To have emotional innocence, wondering how my life will turn out And it takes a long time to read your own mind and I still don't think I can Oh, when in life will I gain an upper hand?