Broken hearts and shattered glass
Thrown together in a putrid mass
Locked away, all alone
There's no turning back, and no going home
You're out of my life from here on
And no, I don't care how far we could have gone
Take my heart; rip it from my chest
Fuck with my sanity and put it to rest
There's voices screaming nothing inside my head
About how they would love to see my dead
Pale lights flash before my eyes;
It seems like now's the time for goodbyes
Hushabye baby, because I think I'm dead
I don't have a pulse and my wrists are red
Rockabye baby, you're no godsend
So farewell frightful banshee, for this is the end
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It used to feel as if I was traped in a nightmare but now it seems like I'm caught up in a dream.
so much.
really. it means a lot.
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s h u t u p a n d s l e e p w i t h m e.
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It used to feel as if I was traped in a nightmare but now it seems like I'm caught up in a dream.
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