| There’s a difference between following your dreams and chasing them
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| I’ve spent countless night sitting alone staring at fleeting fractures
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| spiraling hopelessly downwards
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| Dripping through pores in the walls
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| Seeping into our subconscious
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| I hear knocking and scratching
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| Your spotless mind won’t rest
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| Focus Is impossible
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| If words could blur mine, would be straight lines
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| Running concurrently around your arms, pressing and binding
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| Her name lingers like smoke on the tip of my tongue
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| My lips are turning black from the addiction, trying desperately to escape
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| I’ve covered up the scars she gave me
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| We get high to chase our dreams
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| Send me back to sleep
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| Give me rest
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| I need release
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| Don’t let me wake
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| My teeth won’t fall out by themselves
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| I spend my days fluctuating between a restless indifference and a burning
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| distraction
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| Eating at the perfection of the image I have of you in my mind
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| What if we can’t stop?
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| Days turn to nights, weeks turn to months
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| I lasted 24 days last time, 4 more than your best
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| I’m sorry I didn’t understand, how could I |
| I’m looking for answers in your broken promises
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| With each attempt to pick up the pieces leads to another cut finger,
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| and another disappointed excuse
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| I guess time’s a language I never learned to speak
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| Time’s a language I never learned to speak
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| You’re begging for meaning where answers will never satisfy your curiosity
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| But if you’re desperate, I’ll tell you |