| While everyone’s sleeping in their bed I’m wide awake lost in my head
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| I’m so fucking tired and out of breath and it’s been like this ever since you
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| left
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| I was always more careless than careful. |
| Losing grips on things I cared for
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| My body’s tired and these eyes are sore. |
| Forever drifting while you’re safe
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| ashore
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| While everyone’s smug with second best, I’ll bandage these wounds inside my
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| chest
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| Been carrying the weight of the world and just can’t do it anymore
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| It’s impossible to be invincible in a world that’s so deceitful
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| But I just keep pretending that never sinking is believable
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| Well I’ve been down and I’ve been out but this is something I’ve never felt
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| The letters and the promises you’ve sent have only brought me hell
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| I’m breaking up the cycle of letting you pull me down
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| Can you feel the ground shake it caves from your weight
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| Empty promises can’t save you now
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| The clarity of your voice has since turned to white noise and static
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| It seems my outline and your scant design weren’t meant for this schematic
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| I’ve become numb to what’s come undone
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| Your secondhand stories like sun before morning
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| Lost the shine that lit up your eyes. |
| Your brightest words are your boldest lies
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| (Your world is so very small, a silent curtain call. I won’t be around when it
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| all comes crashing down.)
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| You’ve left me short on breath I’m speechless. |
| Clinging to the only air I still
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| have left
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| Avoiding death
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| I can feel the room getting smaller and closing in
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| Well I’ve been down and I’ve been out but this is something I’ve never felt
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| The letters and the promises you’ve sent have only brought me hell
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| I’m breaking up the cycle of letting you pull me down
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| Can you feel the ground shake it caves from your weight
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| Empty promises can’t save you now
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| The clarity of your voice has since turned to white noise and static
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| It seems my outline and your scant design weren’t meant for this schematic
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| What hurts the most isn’t the fact that our lives changed
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| It’s how I’ve become so obsolete but I’ll thrive from what remains
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| I’ve always been an open book letting you skim through every chapter
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| Now the pages are finally closed, a catalyst for your disaster
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| Well now your down. |
| The one thats out. |
| And this is something you’ve never felt
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| With these words I’ve helped myself grow inside and out of doubt
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| And I know this brings you hell
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| I finally broke the cycle of letting you pull me down
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| Can you feel the ground shake it caves from your weight
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| Empty promises can’t save you now
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| The clarity of your voice has since turned to white noise and static
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| It seems my outline and your scant design weren’t meant for this schematic
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| Was I the needle in your arm the reason for your bad habit
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| Or were those empty words of a withdrawing addict
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| When the drugs are gone I hope one thing remains
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| I pray my voice still echoes through your veins |