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Relapsing, Pure Misery

Sugarcoat the lies you tell yourself
Slowly embrace the blood running down your thigh
What do you have to say for yourself?
6in down and still bleeding

you broke all the promises 
you told yourself you wouldn't do
What do you have to say for yourself?
There's nothing you can do about it now
Just burn the wound back together

There's no other words to explain
The dread that pouring out
Kicking and screaming for help
All the swimming lessons went away
This is drowning in monster seas

◄ Words of The Waiting Man 28

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