Quiet, I'm thinking it's kind of difficult
I can't hold up the conversationit's difficult to sympathizemy need to resuscitate intensifiesthe bolt thrust sharp right between my eyesinside 
I crumble, perishing, intentionally, explicitlythere's nothing 
I can dothere's nothing 
I can donothing 
I can do4, 3, 2, 1, boom explosionsdeep inside my headit feels as if a tank just ****ing tore apart my insidessometimes 
I wish that 
I was deadit's me who's ping ponging back and forthacross this empty space
I'd rather be slammed by twothan to take anymoreso what's the useso what's the use(so what's the use?)
I never said 
I'd take you down therenever said 
I'd see it throughyet shit just happens
I'll never know what ****ing hell has put me through
I guess that 
I deserve the beatingthe kind that's not intentionalwhy must 
I do only things that please methere's definately no escape
I'm caught
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