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The very next month,
when everyone has gone
and hurt themselves again
I hear their call
But instead of doing what I can,
I feel the need to stall

Another day goes by,
and I hear the return of their cry
I stand up this time
But you frown,
and sit me back down.

We wait around under the moon,
before they come busting in
Feelings everywhere,
they swamp the room
I reach for the surface,
but then you pull me down
You told me you would help me,

but I guess I’ll just drown
  • Listening to: addict with a pen - Twenty One Pilots
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