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Personal Hell.
Keeping myself a captive,
blindfolded and tied up in the dark.
Pretending i've become adaptive,
a journey I'm not ready to embark.
Yet, I'm holding on to the light
through fragile arms.
When will I get this right?
I've done so much harm.
The pieces are heavy,
even my own flesh won't fit.
Escape is futile, I'm no Chevy.
So out of my reach, shit.
An impossible rut.
Sometimes I feel happy here.
Tho deep down, I know in my gut,
I'm begging to just dissappear.
© REDS
blindfolded and tied up in the dark.
Pretending i've become adaptive,
a journey I'm not ready to embark.
Yet, I'm holding on to the light
through fragile arms.
When will I get this right?
I've done so much harm.
The pieces are heavy,
even my own flesh won't fit.
Escape is futile, I'm no Chevy.
So out of my reach, shit.
An impossible rut.
Sometimes I feel happy here.
Tho deep down, I know in my gut,
I'm begging to just dissappear.
© REDS
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