Inhale
The dial tone for hours
Because it sends
A message to your heart
The void
When all is said and done
You‘re bruised
Cursed to turn and run
Every time
Every single timeThe dial tone for hours
Because it sends
A message to your heart
The void
When all is said and done
You‘re bruised
And the sadness will return
And the pictures will fade
You‘re falling silent again
Cause there‘s nothing left to say
And you‘re running out of air
You are far beyond repair
Yes, the sadness will return
And the pictures will fade
You‘re falling silent again
Cause there‘s nothing left to say
And you‘re gasping for air
But you are far beyond repair
Exhale
The memory you caught
When you returned
To the crossroads and the hurt
The void
Cause all is said and done
And you choose
To turn around and run
Every time
You have chosen to accept
That every hope has left
And you learn to ignore
What the diagnoses show
Your family sends quotes from Voltaire

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