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“God raise me from this bed to do what I must do.”
– The Libertine

Hello there
I’d kill for some company
I’d trade my soul for a whisper
I’d die for a touch

I can’t seem to feel anything
Sounds familiar?
Now does it move you?
For sure, I’m not moved an inch.

It’s this falling dream, never coming true,
This falling dream – I can almost taste it.
It’s this falling dream, never coming true,
This falling dream …
I never fell complete.

It’s all in this head, scrawled on a doctor’s note
Like a curse –
This sentence, it truly is one.
Or is it all in my head?
Waking me up in horror – the fact that I’m awake.

I’m here, I’m not anywhere

I wish I had limbs to move
Wish I had eyes to give a meaningful stare
I wish I had lips to ask, I’d beg you to let me go
Have mercy, oh mercy …

I beg you to let me go,
Seems familiar?
Like a broken record, like broken glass …
I stopped counting rays,
I lost count of days.
Years would frighten, if I knew –
It’s like a curse.

I’m here and I’m not anywhere
Anywhere
Anywhere

It’s this falling dream, never coming true,
I can almost taste it.
It’s this falling dream, never coming true,
I never fell completely

I beg you to let me go,
Seems familiar?
Like a broken record, like broken glass …
I stopped counting rays,
You know I lost count of days.
Years would frighten, if I knew –
It’s like a curse.

It’s this falling dream, never coming true,
This falling dream – I can almost taste it.
It’s this falling dream, never coming true,
This falling dream …
I never fell …

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