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I know that when you hold that blade You're just drawing lines Lines for words you've been trying to say To sit on. You ran out of paper So you made do I know that when you watch Watch the food wash down the toilet You wish you could stop But food just doesn't taste good It's like eating sand No matter how much you try To lift the spoon Shove food into your mouth It's just going to come all out I know that when you try to get a grip You just aren't yourself You have no control Your mind is just on a rampage by itself All you can do is silently watch Behind the windows of your eyes Watch others eyes stare back And wish you could just shut yours And I know That when people ask why You don't like it Because it's either the reason is staring you in the face Or you just really don't know why. I know that sometimes You lie hopeless in bed Curled up and hoping you never wake up Or maybe you can't wake up Because you never slept That agony is real So tired yet unable to calm down Unable to rest. I know Or maybe I don't
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
I know, or so I think
I know that when you hold that blade You're just drawing lines Lines for words you've been trying to say To sit on. You ran out of paper So you made do I know that when you watch Watch the food wash down the toilet You wish you could stop But food just doesn't taste good It's like eating sand No matter how much you try To lift the spoon Shove food into your mouth It's just going to come all out I know that when you try to get a grip You just aren't yourself You have no control Your mind is just on a rampage by itself All you can do is silently watch Behind the windows of your eyes Watch others eyes stare back And wish you could just shut yours And I know That when people ask why You don't like it Because it's either the reason is staring you in the face Or you just really don't know why. I know that sometimes You lie hopeless in bed Curled up and hoping you never wake up Or maybe you can't wake up Because you never slept That agony is real So tired yet unable to calm down Unable to rest. I know Or maybe I don't
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
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