A reason to breathe if I lost the grit
I, I can't handle
My effort to speak found under debris
I'm falling down, underground
And I want to meet old versions of me
I wonder if they cry too
To ask if they're free
Those nights they don't sleep
We're full of dreams made to thrust us
Full of dreams made to thrust us
Full of dreams made to thrust us
Full of dreams made to thrust us
Full of dreams made to thrust us
The hollow has been dug in the darkness
When the quietness loll its violence
A trap to pull me down madly fired
A gun that throws destruction
The struggle I live, a fight to be free of demons I don't want, no
Some effort to breathe, no matter the grief
In sorrow cry, question why
Wonder if they cry to

We're full of dreams made to thrust us
Wonder if they cry to
We're full of dreams made to thrust us
I wish some relief
Now I wanna have some control
The stars I always see die one by one
Is there where I belong?
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Where I belong
Hmmm hmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah