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Aching, tearing fabric |
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Dragging footsteps through unsympathetic streets |
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Grinding teeth, brittle bones |
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The weight of a world not my own flung onto well-worn shoulders |
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When was it I wrote this and everything mattered? |
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When was it I seemed to matter to some? |
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Were my tears tasting sour, losing hope by the hour? |
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We were never this bent over hours well spent |
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None the wiser |
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Fed up being poorly fed |
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This tasteless nourishment is like salt in my wounds |
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Only the bitter notion of a sour aftertaste |
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Still party my lips in sweet sickening addiction |
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When was it I wrote this and everything mattered? |
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When was it I seemed to matter to some? |
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Was there blue in your song |
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Seeping red from your lips? |
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Pay no mind, mind no matter |
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None the wiser |
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All the same |
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I must have forgotten to count the days |
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Mark the pages that tell of my age |
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Pay no mind, mind no matter |
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No matter what, it matters not |
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To none |
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None the wiser |
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All the same |
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In fierce pacing sinews a tension relentlessly rises |
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One risk too many worth taking. A beating of senses |
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I'm senseless, towering restless over my horizon |
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When was it I wrote this and everything mattered? |
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When was it I seemed to matter to some? |
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Were my tears tasting sour, losing hope by the hour? |
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We were never this bent over hours well spent |
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None the wiser |
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When was it I wrote this and everything mattered? |
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When was it I seemed to matter to some? |
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Was there blue in your song, seeping red from your lips? |
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Pay no mind, mind no matter |
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None the wiser |
