You keep lying Eyes glued to the ceiling I keep scratching Until you come falling down from the plaster
What a disaster, your stare is red Your hands are sewn to the bed The liquids that we used Are floating safe in a drain Now flush them from your brain
Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Face the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Are you back Or just planning to attack The words you speak are sweet But somehow I see through you
The demons still hold true! But one day you’ll be the way you used to And you’ll breathe and sing with everything That’s around you!
Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control
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