| Turn off the sound of my nightmare nothings,
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| kill the lights on my mud-soaked mornings.
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| Leave the sun down, I don’t want to get up,
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| could sleep forever but it’s never enough.
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| There are moments of balance before a nosedive,
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| of backwards clarity in suicide, or frailty in every life,
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| and none more than mine.
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| I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.
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| I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.
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| I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.
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| I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.
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| And I don’t see what you mean, I’m just trying to cope.
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| This is the best way I know.
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| This is the best way I know.
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| And if you’ve seen what I’ve seen,
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| or if you’ve felt what I’ve felt, maybe you’d start to agree.
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| I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.
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| Just make it stop. |