I remember the sound of the tearing... The thoughts I was hearing In the back of my mind I hide from time I tune into this music of mine. Away from the sane As I tap into my brain I find I hide From everything Not to run and not to stray. I mean to tun my soul away. To save me the feeling of being alone So I think I can handle being at home I erase my past and hope I'll forget These things pulling on my back and chest I keep thinking I can't let these things control my life But they're poisoning my insides, taking away my might Maybe this is what I've been missing for so long.. How to be happy without a pill or a bong. But I'm still blind to see What I should be using to make me me.

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