| Clench my fist
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| Squeeze so hard I split the skin into my palms
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| Where is this coming from?
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| Panic comes over me suddenly
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| Now I’m aware of my breath
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| I can’t feel the space that is left in my chest
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| I won’t go down like the rest, feeble and hopeless
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| Dig so deep that I swim beneath, search for the bottom to find my feet
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| Make your move 'cause I’m sick of waiting
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| Let your worst just come for me
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| There’s no room for hesitating
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| With your words you cannot comfort me
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| I’m uncomfortable
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| Quiet violence
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| Suffer in silence
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| I can take it, I still have something to prove to myself
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| 'Cause I’m addicted, I consent masochistic time well spent
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| Feeling struggle breeding strength
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| And I will beat this, I will see this end
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| Make your move 'cause I’m sick of waiting
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| Let your worst just come for me
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| There’s no room for hesitating
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| With your words you cannot comfort me
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| I’m uncomfortable
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| My heart beats in my teeth
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| A stillness surrounds me
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| Quiet violence
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| Suffer in silence
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| Quiet violence
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| Suffer in silence
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| Quiet violence
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| Suffer in silence
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| (Shh)
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| Make your move 'cause I’m sick of waiting
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| Let your worst just come for me
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| There’s no room for hesitating
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| With your words you cannot comfort me
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| I’m uncomfortable |