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Keep holding on When my brain's tickin' like a bomb Guess the black thoughts have come Again to get me Sweet bitter words Unlike nothing I have heard Sing along mocking bird You don't affect me That's right Deliverance of my heart Please strike Be deliberate Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone One looks so strong So delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone One looks so strong So delicate Choke choke again I thought my demons were my friends Getting me in the end They're out to get me Since I was young I've tasted sorrow on my tongue And this sweet sugar gun Does not protect me That's right Trigger between my eyes Please strike Make it quick now I'm trying to hold it together Head is lighter than a feather Looks like i'm not getting better Not getting better
Annons
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