| Bleed into yesterday
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| A scene in retrograde
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| Fake apologies will never clean the mess you made
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| Weathered down and spent
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| You trace around the dents
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| Scratch a message in the side to not resuscitate
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| Sullen eyes, your skies are empty, there’s no saving you
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| Life and death between your breath and barely breaking through
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| So precariously teetering between while in the waiting room
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| Praying for relief to
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| Break the skin and suffocate the pain
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| The second stretches into days
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| Fake blood is flowing through
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| Fake blood is flowing through your veins
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| You want a second chance
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| Extend an olive branch
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| Holding grudges like the gun that’s in your other hand
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| Leave you in the past
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| The point of where you’re at, is one-dimensional
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| Left up to circumstance
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| Trust is fraying at the ends, it’s nothing new to me
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| Start to pick apart the husk of who you used to be
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| Rose-colored glasses reading off a teleprompter like a eulogy
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| Collected and fluently
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| Debased and faceless
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| Fade and corrode
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| Sway back and forth, forget that you’re broken
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| Bleed into yesterday
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| A scene in retrograde
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| Fake apologies
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| Break the skin and suffocate the pain
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| The second stretches into days
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| Fake blood is flowing through
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| Fake blood is flowing through
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| Fake blood is flowing through your veins |