| Remove the shadows from my eyes
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| Chains locked and tied across the door
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| He thinks himself a heroine, tie and run
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| He is the needle, I am the damage done
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| My anger is a gift my mind trained my eyes to see
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| The difference between who I am and the man I want to be
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| Closed off and silent, fear lashed and left this scar
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| A wall that won’t come down until I know that I know who you are
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| Tear it down
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| I’m torn open and spilling out
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| All my burdens bury me
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| Restless soul still wrestling
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| I’ve felt it closing in on me
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| For far too long
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| I feel it
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| I feel it crawling in my skin
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| It’s going back and forth and then back again
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| Why does it feel so desperate?
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| Acceptance, it feels so fucking pointless
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| A fleeting feeling, a means to an end
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| Like resurrecting a monument only to tear it down again
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| Tear it down
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| I’m torn open and spilling out
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| All my burdens bury me
|
| Restless soul still wrestling
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| I’ve felt it closing in on me
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| For far too long
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| Remove the shadows from my eyes
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| Chains locked and tied across the door
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| He thinks himself a heroine, tie and run
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| He is the needle, I am the damage done |