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I can feel the murky gripof a cold depression comin' down |
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I can feel her hands around my neckshake me to the groundice burn of the soulin light in sickness and in deathinfected every word and every thoughtand every single breathtwisted by designthe creeps deep inside of mefeedin off this hunger, rageand the insecuritytempted by the rage |
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I feed off nothing but myselfthirsty for the thingsthat make me do this to myselfmy pen is dripping words alongto scrape the smile off my faceevery detour leads me hereto shower in this wasteyou are my friendbut now your just living all over me |
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You watch me when |
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I get it rightyou watch me when |
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I fallWatch me every single daylisten to everything |
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I sayand I swear |
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I never wanted you |
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I never needed anythingfrom your twised ****ed up lyingwords asleep at the wheel. |
