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The boy who cried wolf couldn't take it anymore They all tried to help but he'd heard it all before Now he sits in a room with a lock on the door Holding pictures in his arms and staring at the floor But boy, you don't look a day over twenty one But you already feel like half your life has gone And you're close to the edge but you're hanging on Do yourself a favour, don't do yourself any harm And you want to tell your story but you don't know where to start Well, your mother's pretty lonely but she don't have a heart And you met the rich and famous and they're screwed up the same Even "love will tear us apart" don't ease the pain You can wipe the blood from your shoes and the tear from your eye But the scars on your arms, well, they're harder to hide Drawing on a cigarette, hoping your head will clear Is like rubbing on a lamp until a genie appears And the last time you counted you were twenty three But you still don't know who you want to be And all of your heroes took their own lives Do yourself a favour and take my advice Oh you want to tell your story but you don't know where to start Well, your mother's pretty lonely but she don't have a heart And you met the rich and famous and they're screwed up the same Even "love will tear us apart" don't ease the pain Oh boy, you don't look a day over twenty one But you already feel like half your life has gone And you're close to the edge but you're hanging on Do yourself a favour, don't do yourself any harm And you want to tell your story but you don't know where to start Well, your mother's pretty lonely but she don't have a heart And you met the rich and famous and they're screwed up the same Even "love will tear us apart" don't ease the pain