The ticking of the clock leaves me on edge
Another second wasted, trapped inside these bare walls
I am getting better, am I?
I no longer desire the rush in my veins
I desire, no, I crave fresh oxygen to the brain
I can't breathe, I can't breathe
These walls are closing in
This is the price I pay for the ultimate sin
I've fallen ill from my own sickness
My candle is burning at both ends
I never thought I would have to bring myself to this place again
But here I am now
And here you are not
I asked to to remember me, and you almost forgot
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
The ticking of the clock leaves me on edge
Another second wasted, trapped inside these bare walls
I am getting better, am I?
I no longer desire the rush in my veins
I desire, no, I crave fresh oxygen to the brain
I can't breathe, I can't breathe
These walls are closing in
This is the price I pay for the ultimate sin
I've fallen ill from my own sickness
My candle is burning at both ends
I never thought I would have to bring myself to this place again
But here I am now
And here you are not
I asked to to remember me, and you almost forgot
Scribbled in rehab.
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