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St. Angry
03:06
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Can't seem to find anything to just quiet the static. Try to stay sedated, your time is wasted, spending every day in a panic state of mind, terrified of all the awful things you buried deep inside. Choke them down, wait to fade away.
I need to breathe you out. I need to shed my skin. Just leave the open wounds. I'll let myself back in. I'm tearing at the seams, everyone can see. The bitter satisfaction isn't what it used to be. These picture perfect pills are unscrewing my head, but happiness tastes just like broken pavement in the end.
Wear my face, wear my shame for all the world to see. Drag me down, hollow me out. Just give me amnesty.
I never fit in crowded rooms with prying eyes that I invent. I never meant to be this nervous wreck but I can't help it. Take all my pictures off the wall when you can't stand to see them. They just remind you of the times you found me barely breathing. I never thought that I'd be one to beg forgiveness at the feet of my own conscience.
Wear my face, wear my shame for all the world to see. Drag me down, hollow me out. Just give me amnesty for when I wasn't me.
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Trambopoline
04:45
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I have never been one for exploring. I'll stick to what I know, and what I know is that as long as I don't ask, then nothing could be wrong. As long as I don't ask, I'll be swimming free and fucking clear.
If I succeed, it'll be despite me. Cut by cut, I fail to bleed.
This is a far cry from the man I hoped to be. I thought I was killing time, but I've been dying on the inside. Maybe you can't decide, but my war is on the inside. You won't see a smile and you won't hear an explanation. Things are not okay and that is just fine with me.
I can hate myself just fine without your help.
We're drowning every fucking night. I'm only dying on the inside. All that's left of my pride, take if from me, I'll be fine.
I'm afraid to find out the state I'm in. I don't know any better; this is the way I've always been. And I don't see a change in who I'm becoming, so this is the way that I'll always be.
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Large Island Iced Tea
02:29
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I don't want to know what you're thinking. I don't want to see myself in that light. I just want to float through the ceiling, an empty place where I can rest these bloodshot eyes. There's nothing left to see on the other side, I just don't want to feel when my head caves in.
This broken shell can't house me. Split, drop, and find a new place. I'm sick, I'm so exhausted. I wasn't always like this. There's nothing left to see on the other side, I just don't want to feel when my head caves in.
It's all so self inflicted. We threw it all away.
Timed out on an endless cycle. High, low, and uninspired. Dragged through the mud; I'm buried. Dig down, legs unsturdy. Rest now while I can take it. Broken smile but I can fake it. It's a joke, so comically tired. High, low, and uninspired.
Yellow teeth beneath two black eyes; the last colour in my face.
Going grey, our time is fading. Don't look now, because hell is waiting.
There's no love lost, because I've got no love left to lose. Goodbye to you, my broken shell.
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Just another bastard son. Push to shove, you cut and run. I guess you thought this was over. Just a memory of what you've done. I guess you thought this was over. Because growing up is no fun.
I hope you realize that what you have done has me useless, unwanted, impossibly numb. When you look in the mirror, you see me.
Now it's over, one foot in the grave, thinking of all the mistake you made. A spectre of your haunted past, a vision of what could have been. I hope you die cold, alone, isolated just fucking wondering why this happens over and over and over.
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Something's wrong. I feel it growing inside, it's multiplying and it's eating me alive. Mentally, I'm in the grave. Physically, I'm well on my fucking way.
I'm in this constant panicked state, waiting for these dammed eyes to break. Let's tie me down. Let's bleed me until I'm finally as lifeless as I feel.
I'm afraid to die and just as scared to be alive.
Is this getting old? Because I'm afraid of everything, no time for anything.
How much further down 'til I can finally just rest my head on rock bottom and try to get some sleep?
It's 3:54 in the morning, I've been at this for hours with a few more to go. I gave up on my dreams when I have up sleeping.
I can't accept the fact that nothing's wrong. When did I become so scared of my own thoughts?
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