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On my own
04:24
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Silence thicker than teenage hair moving in
Rolls like drips of mud and spit down your chin
Dried old makeup and friday dreams of something nice for the weekend begins
Silence thicker than breathless sighs rolling in
Wolfing down what's sweet and creamy and free
Dream of past and better versions of me
Sounds of comfort and other worlds with other problems where nothing hurts
Scraps and treats and sweet and creamy and free
wasted hours and wasted minds fall apart
watching time like fire flickering out
Skin on skin as the darkness falls
I trace its movements on our bedroom walls
This is it, this is all the time that we got
My voice is too loud I’m like holding in a cry
I’m keeping it down to the ground as people pass by
No room for error or ugly truths, no excuses for fear, no time for youth
I hold on too tight and hold on too hard to your hand
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Close your eyes
03:26
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Frost bites
03:07
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Nothing to fear
04:04
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Draw them deep
03:22
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6. |
The blow
03:24
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7. |
The rat
04:00
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I’m just a girl standing in front of a machine asking it to go ”bleep bloop”.
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