Awake all night
Till the morning light
Touches the morning sky
Guess I'll open my shades
Thoughts in my head heavily weighed
And I'm afraid I picked up the blade
The voices in my brain did shout
Cut it out, cut it out
And so I tried
I almost died
The blade I swung
Boold it flung
But again it faild
It was all to no avail
I did all thats was curtailed
But it still derailed
And I'm still here to inhale
And it's still inside..... exhale
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
Awake all night
Till the morning light
Touches the morning sky
Guess I'll open my shades
Thoughts in my head heavily weighed
And I'm afraid I picked up the blade
The voices in my brain did shout
Cut it out, cut it out
And so I tried
I almost died
The blade I swung
Boold it flung
But again it faild
It was all to no avail
I did all thats was curtailed
But it still derailed
And I'm still here to inhale
And it's still inside..... exhale
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