Love, Lust Or Overdose

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Could you catch me if I fell?
Drag me back up to the surface
Hold my eyes open to see what I’ve been missing
Could you catch me if I fell?
Could you hold me by the wrist?
Bleeding bandages and all
Telling stories that I’ve buried underground
Terrible stories that I never meant to be found
Shut my eyes to hide the light
My ears cannot escape the sound
These walls are white and shot with red
Still the messages ever changing
My hands are cold
But my hearts on fire
It’s a curse sometimes
(It’s a curse sometimes)
But I wouldn’t change a thing
This fictions fading out loud
And you’ll see it when it comes out
But you’re trying not to stare
And we’re all suckers for competition
So wrap your knuckles tight
But never but away your fear
Could you guide me through the dark?
Or the terror all around
To a place where we can stand under the sun
Trading miracles for madness of the tongue
This grace that you admit
Will keep those shadows on the run
This fictions fading out loud
And you’ll see it when it comes out
But you’re trying not to stare
And we’re all suckers for competition
So wrap your knuckles tight
But never but away your fear
These walls are white and shot with red
Still the messages ever changing
And now as was promised
I’ll guide you out of the dark
Don’t feel those noise you hear darling
Nothing here can hurt you
As long as I am by your side
This fictions fading out loud
And you’ll see it when it comes out
But you’re trying not to stare
And we’re all suckers for competition
So wrap your knuckles tight
But never but away your fear

You incense jaded piece of shit
You know nothing
You are worthless tell this very day
My spirit still recovers
From everything that you would not permit
After everything we set out to accomplish together
You sold me down the river for a mere shout of success
At which you failed miserably
You will never see the other side
So help you god

This fictions fading out loud
And you’ll see it when it comes out
But you’re trying not to stare
And we’re all suckers for competition
So wrap your knuckles tight
But never but
Away your fear