I woke up at noon my voice was silenced. (i can see the sick in side of you.)
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They chained my hands but i still tried, to take that little bite of you. and my
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Mindstrong my hands unable, to pill myself out of this rut im in again.
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So why dont you just sit, in a corner deep inside my room. where still im killing you.
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At times im closest when im focused.... on you again. the load of guilt is the
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Low of feeling high, the load of guilt is the low of feeling high enough... are you?
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Woke up too soon im still connected (i cant feela thing because of whats inside of me).
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And ive been replaced but still i tried, to cuth the life thta they are feeding me.
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And my will is strong my hands unable, to lull myself out of this hole, im in again.
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So small thta i just fit, in a corner deep inside my room, where still im killing you.
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At times im closest to when im focused, on you agin. the load of guilt is the low of feeling
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High (i walk alone, and i walk alone) the load of guilt is the low of feeling high enough, high
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Enough, high enough (i stand alone, i stand alone). are you?
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When i shouldve let you in, when i shouldve let you know. wehn i shouldve let you in. just settle down...
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Just let it all go... the load of guilt is the low of feeling high...
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Are you? and i walk alone, and i stand alone in this...
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Bellevue
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