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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob McMullen
Jacob McMullen
Songwriter
Micah Tawlks
Micah Tawlks
Songwriter

Lyrics

We decorate the house alone now
At Christmastime
And "family" is such a strange word to come out your mouth
If you're the one who declined
And summers in Texas seem hotter than hell
But it's not much better here
And I wanna get out of the South
But I don't have anyone to leave
It's hard to be something you're not
I know it's hard to be something you're not
It's hard to be something you're not
I know it's hard
But I like who I am, but not what I do
Which is think about you all the time
I remove product, review self
What did I find? (What did I find?) What did I find?
A morning in mourning that who you were
Is not what you want to be
The smell of bread and suddenly, I
Grow hungry
It's hard to be something you're not
I know it's hard to be something you're not
It's hard to be something you're not
I know it's hard
It's hard to be something you're not
I know it's hard to be something you're not
It's hard to be something you're not
I know it's hard, I know it's hard
Sometimes, I'll drive past your house at night
Just to feel it
Written by: Jacob McMullen, Micah Tawlks
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