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"You'll get it right sometime. You will." |
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I tell myself that everyday. "You don't need to latch on to anything. You'll just end up back here In your little limbo scene." |
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It's repetitious and exhausting. |
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I might need some therapy; |
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Anything to keep me in check through the day. |
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Don't think about your lover. |
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You're already steady shaking." I might need a sedative, But I hate the taste of medicine. " |
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You just need to let her go." These pills shaking in my hand Just make me feel defeated, Like I'm not able to just let her go away. I hate this place but I love these chords. " |
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An empty fate just means an even score." And the pain this morning... It filled my head. It's Jameson. It means that I'm not dead. And I just can't seem to get away There's no such thing as escape, Even with the sedaives You're always in the same state, Clutching to a limbo scene. You're never changing anything, You just stop the shaking. And it's constantly repeated through the days. |
