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Rehab
I feed my heart and the warmth washes my skin
Cleansed I feel when the feelings real
I relinquish all these sins to start again
It judged me with a silent bright eye in morning mist
It fades away into a grey mass, my days are ugly
A miserable heart, you wouldn’t find me good company
There’s a pain in my breast, a brand that stings
I stumble into the bathroom clinging to my chest
I see my greatest flaw, the mirrored enemy within
I’m at the brink, so I julienned malevolence
And I passed it around like medicine
I walk around with sunken eyes and a lifeless face
Addiction wears me, I’m it’s costume for today
All these placebos in place, I take and I take
Aches and age, the heaviness lifts a bit off my shoulders
I’m Atlas or Sisyphus the way I hoist the burden of boulders
Concealed and carried my anguish
No one saw the weapon I held to my own head
The ice within. Silent, lonely, languish
Wakes me up with a crick in the neck
I stave away those days of disdain and hate
I grace myself with more patience, and praise
I love myself, and this time I won’t be late
Once upon a time I left myself behind
Now I’m remembering to pick up the pace
Cleansed I feel when the feelings real
I relinquish all these sins to start again
It judged me with a silent bright eye in morning mist
It fades away into a grey mass, my days are ugly
A miserable heart, you wouldn’t find me good company
There’s a pain in my breast, a brand that stings
I stumble into the bathroom clinging to my chest
I see my greatest flaw, the mirrored enemy within
I’m at the brink, so I julienned malevolence
And I passed it around like medicine
I walk around with sunken eyes and a lifeless face
Addiction wears me, I’m it’s costume for today
All these placebos in place, I take and I take
Aches and age, the heaviness lifts a bit off my shoulders
I’m Atlas or Sisyphus the way I hoist the burden of boulders
Concealed and carried my anguish
No one saw the weapon I held to my own head
The ice within. Silent, lonely, languish
Wakes me up with a crick in the neck
I stave away those days of disdain and hate
I grace myself with more patience, and praise
I love myself, and this time I won’t be late
Once upon a time I left myself behind
Now I’m remembering to pick up the pace
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