[Verse 1]
You can stress about it, that won't help a bit
Sunday morning comes and you realize you never got the worst of it
You can read about it, that don't make it true
One day you'll back and realize you only ever do what works for you
[Pre-Chorus]
But soon you will see, and soon you are sure to fume
That your reality is off-key and is out of tune
[Chorus]
Behind closed doors the world seems flawless
A belief you have carried through life all the way from youth
Beneath your heart your soul seems hopeless
But there's nothing that could ever be farther from the truth
[Verse 2]
You can howl at the Moon, until your voice is sore
But won't you understand who you pretend to be isn't really who you are
You can switch words around, it's done endlessly
But the fact of the matter is no matter how you do it we will never agree
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