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I WAKE UP EACH MORNING ONLY TO WAIT FOR THE NIGHT TO SMOTHER
ONE MORE FUCKED UP DAY AFTER ANOTHER
NEVER FADING, I HATE THAT "NOTHING" FEELING
MYSELF IS THE PERFECT CANVAS TO HANG ON MY EMPTY CEILING
THIS FEELING OF USELESSNESS LINGERING AND WEIGHING DOWN MY MIND
IT'S ONLY TO THE WORST OF TIMES THAT I KEEP HITTING REWIND
PEELING AWAY EVERYTHING TIL THERES NOTHING LEFT INSIDE
THE MISERY OF ME GOING DEEPER, BREEDING, BLEEDING, THEN COLLIDE
I CLOSE MY EYES BECAUSE THERES NOWHERE TO HIDE
I CHOSE TO SINK AND DROWN IN ALL THESE TEARS THAT I'VE CRIED
ONE MORE FUCKED UP DAY AFTER ANOTHER
NEVER FADING, I HATE THAT "NOTHING" FEELING
MYSELF IS THE PERFECT CANVAS TO HANG ON MY EMPTY CEILING
THIS FEELING OF USELESSNESS LINGERING AND WEIGHING DOWN MY MIND
IT'S ONLY TO THE WORST OF TIMES THAT I KEEP HITTING REWIND
PEELING AWAY EVERYTHING TIL THERES NOTHING LEFT INSIDE
THE MISERY OF ME GOING DEEPER, BREEDING, BLEEDING, THEN COLLIDE
I CLOSE MY EYES BECAUSE THERES NOWHERE TO HIDE
I CHOSE TO SINK AND DROWN IN ALL THESE TEARS THAT I'VE CRIED
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