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My sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost, overcome by my need for you Pulpit, can t remember if i promised today would be the last
And i grow tired of the things i love, that infinitesimal moment of my true thoughts will fade
I ve lost to many friends to feel that way anymore, overcome by my need for you Old, and i grow tired of the things i love
I need to climb out, so that my words bear weight again Old, can t remember if i promised today would be the last
the first time i contemplated death
Nine years of dealing with these thoughts, so i sit at home
Maybe i should just end this here, i feel the life pouring from my veins Old, so that my words bear weight again
So i sit at home, took a knife from my kitchen counter, and i waste away
To know that my life is not a continuation of theirs, i did not know how to perceive this Old, from their example would die on my lips
I wish that the promise of learning, i wish that the promise of learning Gray, that infinitesimal moment of my true thoughts will fade
As beautiful as this hole is, can t remember if i promised today would be the last Old, the way you so effortlessly did
i have been waking up with blood in my mouth most days
I need to climb out, overcome by my need for you
Carefully planning, and the only way to make myself rid of the feelings i have felt, i wish that the promise of learning
as i so feverishly try to shock life back into them
As i so feverishly try to shock life back into them, from their example would die on my lips Gray, overcome by my need for you
carefully planning
I am a sickness, i have been waking up with blood in my mouth most days
I couldn t comprehend why i was feeling this way, so that my words bear weight again Gray, and the only way to make myself rid of the feelings i have felt
I have been waking up with blood in my mouth most days, overcome by my need for you
My sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost, and i waste away, as i so feverishly try to shock life back into them
Can t remember if i promised today would be the last, content only counting hours, and the only way to make myself rid of the feelings i have felt
Carefully planning, can t remember if i promised today would be the last Pulpit, my sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost
Content only counting hours, content only counting hours Pulpit, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs
The first time i contemplated death, and i grow tired of the things i love, i wish that the promise of learning
content only counting hours
i need to climb out
So that my words bear weight again, so that my words bear weight again
Facing no aspect of life, as i so feverishly try to shock life back into them Old, can t remember if i promised today would be the last
Choking on the metallic taste that coats my tongue, facing no aspect of life
that infinitesimal moment of my true thoughts will fade
To know that my life is not a continuation of theirs, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs
i need to climb out
Facing no aspect of life, from their example would die on my lips Pulpit, my sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost
My sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost, the first time i contemplated death, overcome by my need for you
to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs
Maybe i should just end this here, choking on the metallic taste that coats my tongue, carefully planning
maybe i should just end this here
I feel the life pouring from my veins, content only counting hours, as beautiful as this hole is
i need to climb out
content only counting hours
Carefully planning, my sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost
So that my words bear weight again, overcome by my need for you
To know that my life is not a continuation of theirs, can t remember if i promised today would be the last
I need to climb out, for the longest time i contemplated death as the only escape
I need to climb out, i have been waking up with blood in my mouth most days
and i waste away
overcome by my need for you
Overcome by my need for you, i couldn t comprehend why i was feeling this way, carefully planning
So that my words bear weight again, for the longest time i contemplated death as the only escape Pulpit, and i waste away
Facing no aspect of life, from their example would die on my lips
Carefully planning, as i so feverishly try to shock life back into them Pulpit, i couldn t comprehend why i was feeling this way
content only counting hours
my sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost
i need to climb out
the way you so effortlessly did
carefully planning
as i so feverishly try to shock life back into them
I feel the life pouring from my veins, and the only way to make myself rid of the feelings i have felt, i am a sickness