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I've been living for years in question, some obsession |
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Was I less to live with no answers, as a life cried wolf |
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I'm ashamed to mention my anguish, but silence lies empty |
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If I say it again can I kill it, will you lend me your ears |
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Breathe in breathe out exhale, acting sweating |
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A broken smile provides them a view, projection is nothing new |
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Just once I would like them to feel it, suffer in my skin |
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For a moment stand in my shoes, filled with swelling blues |
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I keep this room, and this room keeps me, chained to my organs |
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I am quarantined, to a place that's dark, staring at three walls |
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The door is locked to them |
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Maybe now that they all know it, you'll find solace |
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As you're drowning in narcissism, or is it self-loathing |
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Cause you fought it all in your head boy, psychosomatic |
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They used to humor you now they pity you, and nothing's changed |
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I keep this room, and this room keeps me, chained to my organs |
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I am quarantined, to a place that's dark, staring at three walls |
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The door is locked to them |
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The door is locked behind me, if I say it again can I kill it |
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Because they're sick of my complaining and i am sick of being sick |
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Maybe these will cure you completely, chemicals deeply |
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Saviors until you're dependent, don't let them go to your head |
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I'm ashamed to mention my anguish, but silence lies empty, silence lies |
