Remember your choice.
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I can hear your voice, still.
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You had your fill of those little reminders.
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There’s only bills and sleeping pills.
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What if they’re right?
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What if they’re right?
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Note to self:
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This, this isn’t living.
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This is merely existing.
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Breathe,
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c’mon breathe,
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just breathe.
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‘It’ll all be better soon,”
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you say as you cross the room
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to pull up the shade.
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Please don’t. (please don’t)
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Please don’t for my sake.
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My early morning eyes
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just can’t take the light right now.
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Just can’t take the life right now.
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So turn out the light.
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Just close the lid
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and seal me in.
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I’ll sleep for days and days on end.
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So turn off the light
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Leave me lie here in this coffin.
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I’ll breathe only half as often.
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So turn out the light.
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This, this isn’t living.
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This is merely existing.
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Just Breathe
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| Brandtson |
