Hold my hand, drag me, I don't care as long as you lead me, I can't see, I can't breathe. At 1am, I wrote you, at 2am I tried to, take off my body, my skin doesn't belong to me.
I've got a strong voice, lots of opinions, but my lips do nothing but quiver and my, skins thick, my skins thick, but it still bleeds when you cut it.
Swallow down, all of it, take a sip, to forget. I'm such a cliche, I gotta fucked up mind but I'll be okay. Steady now, hold your grip, work out all that's wrong with it. I hold my tongue like watery glue, it's slipping through.
I've got a strong voice, lots of opinions, but my lips do nothing but quiver and my, skins thick, my skins thick, but it still bleeds when you cut it.

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