Copyright L0stKydz, all rights reserved [Verse] I’ve been dreaming of a lot (yet) My head is filled with these thoughts (where) I‘m trapped, inside the dark, (and) The sound of my heart (stops)… As it tells me no one believes me, Tells me nothing is wrong with my body, Saying I need to set it all aside, and sink to my knees… Suffer while my mind stays distant... Turning the ache into walls… I figured it'd drag me out of bed… By the time, that I realized… The cloth was soaked through with blood. The only thing left was my demons, I’m nervous, for what’s awaiting my soul… [Chorus] Is it making it easy? (Oh!) Or making it worse? (Oh oh—) Are the words more important? It sounds like a curse… [Breakdown] (It sounds like a curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (It sounds like a curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse—) [Verse] Maybe it’s depression, or maybe my obsession. With all the noise that's been going around in my skull... It’s easier to hate when you feel like you’re not worth the trouble to change. It’s simpler to keep this habit alive… I sink back in my head, and let myself decay a little longer till I can stand up to the paintings, the figures… Smiling at me again… I’m trying to erase what I’ve made, mistakes, faces, Oh, I’ve tried to hide behind soft lies… But I’m surrounded by, The man in the canvas… [Chorus] Is it making it easy? (Oh!) Or making it worse? (Oh oh—) Are the words more important? It sounds like a curse… [Breakdown] (It sounds like a curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (It sounds like a curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse—) [Verse] I should’ve known that holding on to the words, biting my tongue, was not the way to change what they mean… God, I want to say I'm fine with who I’ve turned into... I don’t think I can handle this anymore… how can I say that I feel that… [Verse] I feel like I’m losing myself at the sight of the times, but I’m still trying to find out how many times I’ve crossed lines into the walls to bind myself together with whats left behind… I keep counting all the minutes, (yet) Every second keeps on stretching, Pulling me to keep thinking, [Bridge] But the thoughts in my head scream so loud, I can't breathe. I can pound on the walls, As they drag me down to the ground.. Letting me drown, closing my eyes… Cause I’m too afraid to say… [Chorus] Is it making it easy? (Oh!) Or making it worse? (Oh oh—) Are the words more important? It sounds like a curse… [Breakdown] (It sounds like a curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (It sounds like a curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…) (—Curse…)
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