The impact of a turning table
Sound of suspense pronounced
Call for help, voice disabled
Rung dry of every ounce
I am a rash labeled and diminished
I am a layer of haste misrepresented
Soft, faint, sick and weak
Bruised by the tongue dug in my cheek
I am why God is embarrassed of his image
Dancing for rain
Don't see a drop
If the ground won't sustain
Strike a match, burn the crop
(Petrified, nothing to sew or provide)
What if this is all that I amount to?
Just enough to disappoint you
A ceiling I know I can reach
But I still can't break through (I still can't break through)
What if this is all that I ever amount to?
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Sterilized (sterilized)
No option left but to hide
Soft, faint, sick and weak
Soft, faint, sick and weak
I'm soft, faint, sick and weak
Counting the days 'til I'm obsolete
I am a spill
Seeping through the pressure cracks
Swallowing a bitter pill
But the medicine still won't react
♪
Rung dry of every ounce
Disfigured and empty
No option but to hide
When the fragile all resemble me
What if this is all that I amount to?
More than enough to disappoint you
Trying to fit where I don't belong
If I make a sound, I make it wrong
What if this is all that I am?
Soft, faint, sick and weak
Soft, faint, sick and weak
I'm soft, faint, sick and weak
Soft, faint, sick and weak, fuck
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The architect of my own deceit
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Reason is no match for pain
And I'm definitely not any match for mine
Not even close