Opening my eyes
Donít want to face life
The sun streaming through
Is like a stabbing knife
There to torture me

These cold thoughts
Fire in my mind
Like bullets trying to put me down
The sound of my own breathing
Keeps me awake

Locked away
In the hell of my own creation
A prisoner on death row
Waiting on justice to fall
Donít know how to let go

Iíve thought about it
Been mistaken for having a soul
This weakness has tested me
A ticking time bomb
With a faulty primer

Itís a waiting game
An intermittent connection
Just a matter of time
A split second

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