when my world folds in half
you stand there and don't give a half
so watch me break my fucking back
why should i help you
did you help me?
I had hope that you would give me half a hand
seems like the more i ache the longer i stand, its like i'm always crying, why do i sigh, every time the moon is always high, and I'm always high on my life
it feels like a million and one emotions, firecrackers explosions, going up all at once, blowing up in my eyes.
wach me now while I'm climbing, tearing up the midnight skies
i can see a sudden drop shift it, you can see it the look in my eyes
like i'm about to go off on you with a switchblade knife to you're throat and cut your eyes
and bleed you like a hairless goat
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