| No sleep, whilst the promise stays
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| Pale skin upon fragmented body
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| I extirpated what loved me
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| Knowingly, you were my melancholy
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| Sleep without you, isn’t right to me
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| I want you inside my head
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| A fallacious ghost that I’ll see when I’m dead
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| These words come in black and white
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| Reverberated and monochrome through my mind
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| Tailored to your broken light
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| Retribution for redemption
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| Not immune to lack of repentance
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| Not how I hoped to be
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| Fallacy they whisper in the ear of recluse
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| My own perspective endures from chemical abuse
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| The nostalgia with this is no friend to I
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| No martyr complex
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| Just the cycle of despair in your eyes |