Something
There are whispers in the air and a pounding through the ground.
Something tells me I shouldn't care,
that i'm still safe and sound.
Theres fire burning in my head
and I cannot catch my heart.
Something tells me I should be dead,
that I was supposed to be gone from the start.
There's glitter raining from the sky
and blood is pooling at my wrists.
Something tells me it's all a lie
that nothing true exists.
Right from the start
I was always torn apart
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