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I Can't Be Me Around You
With your knife in my back
Your knee on my collapsed chest
I'm convulsing inside my head to breathe
Your tears adding salt to open wounds
Then a kiss on these duct taped lips only to find
I'm losing myself inside a silenced mind
I cant be superman around kryptonite
I cant be hope around a faithless insight
I can't be truth when denial is your cue
I'm sorry honey I can't be me around you
This philosophical vision is being blinded
Thoughts bathing in the closed minded
You may believe you are soaring in a heaven of power
While my heart is burning in a hell of despair that sours
The purgatory I'm in trapping recovery into the clouds
Then you pour your rainstorm of pain over the shrouds
I can't be alive in a grave of the uninspired inside
I can't develop from what I did not design
I can't cure a disease inside covered in black and blue
With prayers unanswered Dear I can't be me around you
My words have been spoken creatively to the deaf
I can't fix something when nothing is left
Hoping one day these lines click and wakes you up to feel
That my heart was in these thoughts and that my love was real
Your knee on my collapsed chest
I'm convulsing inside my head to breathe
Your tears adding salt to open wounds
Then a kiss on these duct taped lips only to find
I'm losing myself inside a silenced mind
I cant be superman around kryptonite
I cant be hope around a faithless insight
I can't be truth when denial is your cue
I'm sorry honey I can't be me around you
This philosophical vision is being blinded
Thoughts bathing in the closed minded
You may believe you are soaring in a heaven of power
While my heart is burning in a hell of despair that sours
The purgatory I'm in trapping recovery into the clouds
Then you pour your rainstorm of pain over the shrouds
I can't be alive in a grave of the uninspired inside
I can't develop from what I did not design
I can't cure a disease inside covered in black and blue
With prayers unanswered Dear I can't be me around you
My words have been spoken creatively to the deaf
I can't fix something when nothing is left
Hoping one day these lines click and wakes you up to feel
That my heart was in these thoughts and that my love was real
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