Pain all over, running through my veins inflamed on the surface of my skin, more visible than ever.
Keep moving keep moving don't stop can't stop. Stop too long and you'll sink
Into the mire, tearful swamps suffocating the breath from your lungs, falling deep deep deeper down.
Is there really a rock bottom and how do you know when you've hit it?
Does a bell ring, a banner fall down saying congratulations you are as
low as you can get
Wish life came with a money back guarantee,
Sir I would like to return these wounds please, no, keep the change, just take this back to the stockroom of busted hearts and broken dreams.
Clean up in Aisle 5, mop up that sorrow and slap a shiny new coat of
Pollyanna plastic emotion on top.
Act like nothing happened, nothing to see here
These jagged edges I'm crawling over are just the
shattered pieces of my delicate soul, these blood drops are my hopes,
and these tears, these tears, now you see them, now you don't, scrub
that away, gotta keep moving, don't stop don't stop, don't FEEL.
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