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Done
I'm done thinking now
yet my mind still races
I can't go on
I lay in silence
but is it truly quiet?
the sound of the fan
is the only thing to attach me
to reality
and I've fallen inside myself
one last drop of blood
I want to see it red
and I've fallen inside myself
can't escape my demons
I want to lay here instead
No more light to shine through
let me be quiet
let me disappear into my head
the voices whisper to me
my only companions tonight
And I've lost myself again
one more pill
another shot to numb the pain
and I've lost myself again
let me lay here
tomorrow I'll clean away the stains..
I am done
yet my mind still races
I can't go on
I lay in silence
but is it truly quiet?
the sound of the fan
is the only thing to attach me
to reality
and I've fallen inside myself
one last drop of blood
I want to see it red
and I've fallen inside myself
can't escape my demons
I want to lay here instead
No more light to shine through
let me be quiet
let me disappear into my head
the voices whisper to me
my only companions tonight
And I've lost myself again
one more pill
another shot to numb the pain
and I've lost myself again
let me lay here
tomorrow I'll clean away the stains..
I am done
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