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Sep 2013
Getting to the point
When I can't stand
Myself and I
Don't know what to do
I physically can not move and
No one has a clue why

There's nothing left
To keep me numb
Because the weight
Crushing my lungs
Suffocating my dreams
Until I cannot see

I get to the point
When the moon
And the stars
Spin around
Me and myself
And all the light
Bleeds, it bleeds
Through my tongue
And all of my words run

There is nothing
Left to be
I was myself
I was not me
I became the demon
Who drowned me
In my sleep.
I was once
Innocent but I
Lost the keys
To my hope
And reality
I lived in my dreams
Which became nightmares
And all I did
Was sleep

I get to the point
When the moon
And the stars
Spin around
Me and myself
And all the light
Bleeds, it bleeds
Through my tongue
And all the words spill
Out my mouth

I don't know what to do
I physically cannot move
Written by
Atlas
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