woke up from a terrible evening
i found you crying at the stairs
you told me your wrists were on fire
just like your head
the past is so blinding
the present is so demaning
the future can't understand it
the little holes in my soul have taught me
''keep your fingers crossed and a promise in your smile''.
i can feel the knife close to my lungs
who are you to stop my way?
you can escape away while I can't move my feet.
you gotta run faster or the past will catch you
do you remember how far we were from home?
well now we are so much closer that we'll ever know
i can feel your knife close to my lungs
i'm going insane til the night becomes day
worthless is the mind, plays with the feeling of being more than this.
she can close the eyes but not the mouth
i'll try another day now keeping the promise in my smile
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