I was taught about the rain
When i was faced with fire
I wa taught to be brave
Whatever's down below
You pierced my armor
Cut through my paper-thin skin
Your presence is deafening
And the walls are closing in
I'm stuck in derealiszation
As if in suspended animation
I need the syndrome of Lazarus
Not his sign across my chest
You've smothered any sign of hope
I was just fourteen years old
I used to be so hopeful
About how life would unfold
I was taught about the rain
When i was faced with fire
I was taught to be brave
To be brave...
The cracks in my walls were sealed
When i was told i'd never heal
Someimes im ready for an answer
To what i'll find below

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