It's a little past 2AM,
So I'll sit here for years and years again.
I see it all but loop back to nothingness.
Then, the in-in-betweens melt into the end.
I heard insanity should be a granted birth right,
A basket case in lucid state,
And I'm stuck in perpetual sleepless night.
What if what I lost isn't a loss at all?
What if I don't hurt in the final fall?
Are we born into broken bits, and
Can a clean slate only be found in the end?
Can a clean slate only be found in the end
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Dreams 7-4-9-1 miles away, but then again
They weren't my dreams to claim.
Pose for the portrait, there's no room to shift.
You feel cozy with the walls until they close in.
I heard insanity should be a granted birth right
A basket case in lucid state, and I'm
Stuck in perpetual sleepless night
What if what I lost isn't a loss at all?
What if I don't hurt in the final fall?
Are we born into broken bits,
And can a clean slate only be found in the end?
What if what I lost isn't a loss at all?
What if I don't hurt in the final fall?
Are we born into broken bits,
And can a clean slate only be found in the end?
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Let's try this again.
Sit properly like a lady, like you ought to
There we go
Now, think. No, not like that
More profound
Close enough
Sit, think properly. It's 2AM
And I'll sit here for years and years and years again
What if what I lost isn't a loss at all?
What if I don't hurt in the final fall?
Are we born into broken bits,
And can a clean slate only be found in the end?
What if what I lost isn't a loss at all?
What if I don't hurt in the final fall?
Are we born into broken bits,
And can a clean slate only be found in the end?
What if what I lost isn't a loss at all?
What if I don't hurt in the final fall?
Are we born into broken bits,
And can a clean slate only be found in the end?