| Feeding a hole with green pills and false hope.
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| Running from shadows while blocking the sun.
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| Now I can see why you’re always afraid.
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| Now, I can see, red burn marks on your chest.
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| When you can see it, but you can’t feel it, you won’t know what is real.
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| Crying is easy, give up and feed me, pills won’t help you this time.
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| So you see, when we’re running from our past, we’re just running in circles.
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| Brake your own mirrors. |
| Kill the noise; |
| drawing your own thin white lines.
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| Block out the cruel world, seal off your windows.
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| Sleep with a gun in your hand.
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| When we are running from our past, we’re just running in circles.
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| Brake, your own mirrors. |
| Kill the noise; |
| drawing your own thin white lines.
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| Spinning in my head a carousel of noise and pain.
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| Headaches come I’m blacking out and all I hear is you,
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| burning what is left of my life.
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| When we’re running from our past, we’re just running in circles.
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| Brake, your own mirrors, kill the noise. |
| Drawing your own thin white lines. |