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Lyrics
These days, you only wake up
To lock your bedroom door.
Dead dreams and magazines
Are scattered on the floor,
And the light on your ceiling
Shines too bright for your eyes.
(It contrasts with the shadows
Of the previous night's lies.)
You've got a headache that's pounding
Like a drum in your head.
You stick it under your pillow,
So you won't wake the dead.
Because, they're already alive,
And you can't go on
With them eating
Up your insides.
So, you try turning some tricks.
You sell your soul
For a little more dough
For another fix.
You used to be Miss Congenial.
Now, you're only mislead,
And your world's full of blues,
And you're only seeing red.
You used to memorize rainbows,
And catch the stars from the sky.
Now, you're arching your back,
And your sweetness runs dry.
You get sick to your stomach
When you swallow your spit.
You used to swim through the city.
Now, you're drowning in it.
Don't be fooled; this ain't passion.
No, it's just a facade.
Your body's a martyr,
And addiction's your god.
I saw you crucify yourself
With a needle and
The hardwood you
Were lying on.
But, you couldn't even bleed.
The world's a jungle,
And you're just
An empty seed.
Somebody once told you
There's still reason to breathe,
But you can't find a way
To let yourself believe.
So, you pray, and hope, and wish;
Throw your pennies in the well,
And fill the
Collection dish.
It will never be enough.
You're going to choke inside
Until you open
Up to love.
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