| I wish I could pull this off me, the weight is dragging me down and it’s
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| getting exhausting
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| Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking
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| I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I’m missing
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| Each day, I lay awake
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| Empty Inside looking for the next break
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| I am seeing and I am breathing but I am looking for a goddamn reason
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| As my jaw proceeds to separate off of my skull, I wonder how to dig myself out
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| of this hole
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| I try so hard, but I just can’t win. |
| But here we go again
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| The weeks pile up and I’m ascending downward, always looking for a plan for the
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| next few hours
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| I lock it all in and I shut myself up. |
| This is not normal, This is not me
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| Isolated and alienated, my foundation has been decimated
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| Forlon and fucking war torn
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| Problems of the world leave my face with a bitter scorn. |
| Please return my
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| carnium
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| And no has one fucking word to say to elaborate on how everything is going to
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| be OK
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| Grief, despair, anger, animosity
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| I feel hollow, but filled up with sorrow, but I keep my head up for a better
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| tomorrow
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| Grinding my teeth down flat. |
| Morning comes along and my incisors are gone
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| Lift the curse off of my face
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| Relieve me of my burden, so I can know my own name
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| Take a deep breath and blow away the storming rain
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| I want to reassume my body. |
| I want you to recognize my face
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| If I could turn back time to a better day, then maybe I would stop grinding my
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| teeth |