Now, I Can Finally See The Reason
Why The Rain Itself Tastes Of Alcohol
The Pain Reminding Our Heart We're Not Good At All
The Voices In Our Head Asking What We Cant Answer.
The Plans To Die Hoping No One Would Deter
I Need To UpHold The Fact That I'm "Me"
And That Everything I Do Shoots Back Towards Me.
I Can't Find My Way And This Will Never Be My Home
Cause Home Doesn't Beat You Down
Home Doesn't Make You Its Sad Little Bitch
Home Won't Break You Unless You're Already Broken
So I Throw My Lifeless Body Down The Stairs
I Can't Find The Exit Bag Anywhere
I Simply Wish To Be Left Alone
So There's No One Around Me To Throw The First Stone
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