I\'m not sure, but I think it\'s killing me.
I\'m not sure. How could I be?
At times like these it\'s impossible
to know anything with certainty.
And I don\'t think I need your sympathy,
but then again who\'s to say
that you\'re not my only way.
I\'m not sure, but I think it\'s killing me.
I\'m not sure if it should or it shouldn\'t be.
It\'s all so complicated, it\'s all so obscure.
I think it\'s killing me. Can\'t say for sure.
And I don\'t think I need your sympathy,
but then again who\'s to say
that you\'re not my only way.
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