| You’ve come to know, these waters to well
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| They don’t mirror heaven, nor resemble hell
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| They’re ever reaching waters
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| Of angst and despair
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| It’s not bad to be fair
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| As it’s fear, not love, that conquers all
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| It’s always there when you fall
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| I am a hypocrite
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| It’s for survival, a way to feel normal
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| I have nothing to give
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| So why aren’t you fucking leaving
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| Shards of glass on dark, cold, floor
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| Lush, violent anger, held back no more
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| Relapse
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| Once more, defeat
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| Numbing
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| I’ve been waiting for this
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| Spin of insensibility
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| Shutting down
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| Then it turns around
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| A pleasant feeling of loss
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| A lovely smell of grief
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| Just take it from me
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| Nothing ever felt this bleak
|
| You’ve come to know, these waters to well
|
| They don’t mirror heaven, nor resemble hell
|
| They’re ever reaching waters
|
| Of angst and despair
|
| As it’s fear, not love, that conquers all
|
| It’s always there when you fall
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| I twist the cold hard steel till I hear it click
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| I pull back hard on the handle to make sure of it
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| These locked doors deliver the solitude that I’m looking for
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| To grey matter in civil war, they’re safe shores
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| I know the knocks on the door know that I need them
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| So I write my thoughts down, to save them
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| And these words are soliloqies
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| From minds that are their own damn enemies
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| I am a hypocrite
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| It’s for survival, a way to feel normal
|
| I have nothing to give
|
| So why aren’t you fucking leaving
|
| Shards of glass on dark, cold, floor
|
| Lush, violent anger, held back no more
|
| Relapse
|
| Once more, defeat |