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C#m Stuff, my world is filled with stuff E To the brim, take it in, But I can’t live without it all C#m Things, I wanna write more things E ‘Cause people like it when I do But I’m not doing it for you C#m Though you are pulling me through The stuff stuck in my room E Mindless, dizzy, spinning, blurring, Wishing it were true C#m E Complications are increasing with every breath C#m Oh, things, I wanna write more things E About who I wanna be and what I have become C#m E But I can’t sing at all without sounding redundant C#m I wanna go where they went E And backflip into the pool of hopeful lies C#m But oh no, this pool is filled with stuff E And none of it is mine C#m I apologize for any inconvenience I’ve caused you E Marching my way into others’ lives C#m E Is something I tend to do, you’ll find C#m E But why the hell am I wasting my time On things I’m sorry for C#m E I’m sorry for hurting you in this way C#m Things, I wanna write more things E About who I wanna be and what I have become C#m E But I can’t sing at all without sounding redundant C#m E