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Catharsis
Feed me bullets like I'm starving,
empty body with no heartbeat.
Took it with you when you left-
because it belongs with you not in my chest.
I live a life with nightmare thoughts,
crippling fears and endless loss.
I'll break my own heart and leave pieces as a trail
so I can retrace my steps back to the betrayal.
Locked myself up, swallowed the key-
No one's ever gonna get close enough to damage me.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a missile-
If you're gonna play with fire you better grab it by the fist full.
Some of us aren't here to play around,
Point me to the nearest coffin and bury me in the ground.
On occasion I get so numb,
it dulls all of my senses-
Tell me to stay positive
after giving me the death sentence.
It's a slap to the face, a kick to the back of the knee,
You wouldn't give a pirate gold just to tease him with the sea.
We're all just being punished for who we were born to be-
Take the good with the bad or die trying to break free.
I don't know how much longer I could hang on,
My grip weakens every time I try to be strong.
A personality disorder, a chemical flaw,
Whole life has been spent fighting the odds.
I've been working on myself as long as I can remember-
Who thought breathing could take so much effort?
Chronic emptiness- do you know what that means?
I'll never learn how to find happiness in anything.
empty body with no heartbeat.
Took it with you when you left-
because it belongs with you not in my chest.
I live a life with nightmare thoughts,
crippling fears and endless loss.
I'll break my own heart and leave pieces as a trail
so I can retrace my steps back to the betrayal.
Locked myself up, swallowed the key-
No one's ever gonna get close enough to damage me.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a missile-
If you're gonna play with fire you better grab it by the fist full.
Some of us aren't here to play around,
Point me to the nearest coffin and bury me in the ground.
On occasion I get so numb,
it dulls all of my senses-
Tell me to stay positive
after giving me the death sentence.
It's a slap to the face, a kick to the back of the knee,
You wouldn't give a pirate gold just to tease him with the sea.
We're all just being punished for who we were born to be-
Take the good with the bad or die trying to break free.
I don't know how much longer I could hang on,
My grip weakens every time I try to be strong.
A personality disorder, a chemical flaw,
Whole life has been spent fighting the odds.
I've been working on myself as long as I can remember-
Who thought breathing could take so much effort?
Chronic emptiness- do you know what that means?
I'll never learn how to find happiness in anything.
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