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So you stared at the hourglass and counted For all that it was worth, for every grain that fell What exactly are you trying to achieve? Drunken nights and empty parlours Bottomless glasses and dusted shelves you look in the mirror and see what bloodshot eyes can see blurred lines and skewed vision from your lack of depth and ability to perceive You watch the clock make it’s way around once then again More like you’re on a boat in the middle of the sea lost at will and on course to the places you’ve never been And the places you least wanted to be Live inside the walls of your mind They’ve carved you out so well you could be a pumpkin on All Hallows Eve Everything that used to be a part of you was simply tossed out the window to feed the starving crows I see that your heart is bleeding again but no amount of gauze will swallow the pain You can stare at the mirror for hours trying to love the parts of you that you hate But they’ll never see the rotten parts of you that you see so clearly The walls are closing in again Don’t lose hope                                Don’t lose hope                                                                Don’t lose hope (m.e.)
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
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So you stared at the hourglass and counted For all that it was worth, for every grain that fell What exactly are you trying to achieve? Drunken nights and empty parlours Bottomless glasses and dusted shelves you look in the mirror and see what bloodshot eyes can see blurred lines and skewed vision from your lack of depth and ability to perceive You watch the clock make it’s way around once then again More like you’re on a boat in the middle of the sea lost at will and on course to the places you’ve never been And the places you least wanted to be Live inside the walls of your mind They’ve carved you out so well you could be a pumpkin on All Hallows Eve Everything that used to be a part of you was simply tossed out the window to feed the starving crows I see that your heart is bleeding again but no amount of gauze will swallow the pain You can stare at the mirror for hours trying to love the parts of you that you hate But they’ll never see the rotten parts of you that you see so clearly The walls are closing in again Don’t lose hope                                Don’t lose hope                                                                Don’t lose hope (m.e.)
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
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