| We scratch these walls that we have built
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| This disbelief is useless
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| We pull these stakes we’ve driven in
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| And I’m pumped dry, can you see it?
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| WE fade to black and I’m giving in
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| My blood, it spills on the city
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| I’m ripped apart, back at the beginning
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| Can I say?
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| This confession of the heart will bleed until its end
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| If we ever see the beginning
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| My throat is dried out, much like my patience
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| And your nails are digging in
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| As my ribcage cracks and I exhale this dying breath
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| I see your face
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| I see your face
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| And I see that perfect smile fade
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| These bones I keep in my closet keep me from the skin that is clinging to me
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| Not sure of what were the best days, and everything in between seems obsolete
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| I feel I’m grounded with this weight that is breathing down my neck
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| I’m paralyzed with no confirmation of hope yet
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| But the world will tease until all eyes are on me
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| With this bitter taste dripping off of my teeth
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| My bloody hands struggling to come clean
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| I’ve bled out all my reasoning
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| And I’ve watched your syllables subside
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| But for good measure this time I’ll smile
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| Until my teeth are rotting gums
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| Until I lose my fucking mind
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| I heard you’re doing great, I’m doing just fine
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| The blood these knuckles have spared hasn’t helped me wrap my head around this
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| And from the water’s edge, I’m losing mine in the shallow end
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| I’m the one in the back with fingernails in my eyes
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| It took me years to see the situation fit
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| Don’t look now as I fake a smile, a thought, memory when I don’t give a shit
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| I’ve said this all before
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| I’ve said it loud enough
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| And I’ve said it a thousand times
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| My veins are hollowed out and I drop like a bomb you never even saw coming
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| These last days and this blackened heart has ceased to beat
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| Won’t even start pumping
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| I always feel like I’m waiting around for tomorrow
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| These eyes can’t see what’s lying right there in front of me
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| What’s lying right there in front of me
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| And these walls all crumble to the ground
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| The sky is red and its coming down
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| I will never come down
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| I will never come down
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| We scratch these walls that we have built
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| But this time I am letting go
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| This time I am letting go
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| We pull these stakes we’ve driven in
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| But this time I am letting go
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| Fade to black our tomorrows… |