I
Can't handle open lines
They stick to my tongue
Or I simply can find them
And when they finally realise
The persons moved away
And self sarcasm fills my mind
don't really get butterflies
Just my chest fills with bricks
And my body feels inclined
To break down
I guess that's where we start this time
Take a trip between my ears
Under my bed
Uncover my fears
I'm trying my best to keep my chin up
Though I'm kneeling at the chopping block
Ignore the future to avoid the shakes
I stay up all night
Just for the sake
Of staying awake
I bruise myself to the music I wish I could make
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