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Rockets (regressed/repressed), an hand pushes the fatal shot ever-closer to a broken tune. |
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Wasting my time and thrown face-first into a bloody trail |
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Left by gods and habits started |
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While misery dreads the broken-hearted |
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Behind fragile hours, one more untimely existence. |
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Self destruct before daylight, wake up death from spite. |
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My head's too tired to change what can't be, |
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Too forgetful to feel what was once seen. |
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I never forgave your silence |
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Sometimes we fail to need and slipping past grief is easier than making myself bleed. |
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Show me how to feel for you. |