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In the darkness of an empty room, I cry in the corner seeing visions of you. I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. As I lay in the dark of a nice warm bath. Planning how to take my life away, I breathe in deeply drift beneath the water Until I struggle to breathe That is when visions of you resurrect me. I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. Kneeling in the shower praying to a God that doesn't exist. Don't know the difference between reality and make believe. As I look towards the shower head I still can't see. These scars that cover me may need rebandaging. He's a lost cause, an abomination. He's a disgrace to the human race. We've been here before I'm all alone, in this empty room, Crying in the corner seeing visions of you I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. Oh, I've lost myself everything makes no sense. I think about the time you said that you'd be there, I'm not sure you even cared. But your smile saved my life a million times before. I'm in need of you, but this time you're gone. Not sure I will survive anymore. As I kneel in the shower praying to a God that doesn't exist, This razor penetrates my skin. The blood trickles down the drain, He falls to the floor, crucified he cried Crucify me tonight. I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. Oh! My star has fallen tonight, If they were there, he might still be alive every night, he died a little more inside, my star has fallen tonight As I lay in the darkness of an empty room staring at the ceiling seeing visions of you I see your smile it puts my mind at rest I fall asleep knowing I truly was blessed. ©2017 Written By Benji James
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC
Guilty Pleasures
In the darkness of an empty room, I cry in the corner seeing visions of you. I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. As I lay in the dark of a nice warm bath. Planning how to take my life away, I breathe in deeply drift beneath the water Until I struggle to breathe That is when visions of you resurrect me. I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. Kneeling in the shower praying to a God that doesn't exist. Don't know the difference between reality and make believe. As I look towards the shower head I still can't see. These scars that cover me may need rebandaging. He's a lost cause, an abomination. He's a disgrace to the human race. We've been here before I'm all alone, in this empty room, Crying in the corner seeing visions of you I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. Oh, I've lost myself everything makes no sense. I think about the time you said that you'd be there, I'm not sure you even cared. But your smile saved my life a million times before. I'm in need of you, but this time you're gone. Not sure I will survive anymore. As I kneel in the shower praying to a God that doesn't exist, This razor penetrates my skin. The blood trickles down the drain, He falls to the floor, crucified he cried Crucify me tonight. I want to feel your touch. Feel your touch, feel your touch. You held out your hand, but I couldn't grab on. These guilty pleasures are held, in front of me. These guilty pleasures are taking a hold on me. I can't break free, Can't get back up There are no pieces left to pick up. Oh! My star has fallen tonight, If they were there, he might still be alive every night, he died a little more inside, my star has fallen tonight As I lay in the darkness of an empty room staring at the ceiling seeing visions of you I see your smile it puts my mind at rest I fall asleep knowing I truly was blessed. ©2017 Written By Benji James
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