| Why am I wasting my days to breathe?
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| When there are only eyes on the gallows
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| Waiting to see, trying to feel,
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| Waiting to start to heal
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| What could I do to face my fears
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| When my roots are growing in
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| I cannot find a way
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| Every second that I’m with my horrors
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| Who the fuck took my voice
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| The remnants of my moving tongue
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| Every second that I live my life
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| Times ain’t waiting for us to follow
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| While the thread is burning out
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| What is said now will never get done
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| Under the curse of this world
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| Every second that I’m with my horrors
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| Who the fuck took my voice
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| The remnants of my moving tongue
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| Every second that I live my life
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| I learn
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| To be dead behind the eyes
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| I learn
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| To be dead
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| Times ain’t waiting for us to follow
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| While the thread is burning out
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| What is said now will never get done
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| Under the curse of this fucking world
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| Am I dead?
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| Now that I’m wasting my days to breathe
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| I am disappointed
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| With broken knees I climb the stairs
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| Reaching to something behind that wall
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| So many nails have been scratching the door
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| But none of them, none of them
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| With broken knees I climb the stairs
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| Reaching to something behind that wall
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| So many nails have been scratching the door
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| But none of them will find the light |