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Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor.
Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors.
And we are never leaving, this place is part of us.
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch.
My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy.
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
Blanket the windows.
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
Your eyes can see right through me.
We lay face down in pale solitude.
To save face, we pulled our walls in front of you.
To the same place where we danced in front of you.
We fell from grace and watched the hope'fall from your face.
This isn't me I used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long: and all the broken promises.
I can't face. Afraid if someone notices, I lose my place.
Fractured, broken, paralyzed.
I need some space, tear me open, analyze.
I've been dead for so long.
Wake up screaming, I'm awake and dreaming,
And I won't stop breathing until my heart stops beating.