i've got more time to spend on my own
this hole in the ground is where i call my home
my soul right now is less than whole
those cuts on your wrist are sure to grow
but i don't ever want to see you go
my first semester
i was mildly sequestered
and the thought of it made me sick
hell bent for affection and all together affliction
i never found out what made you tick
remember that time you called me a prick
your name never did quite stick
and i don't know if i can ever go back home
all those nights i spent holding back feelings that came and went
hold my tongue and i can't even see straight
the fog in your eyes has lifted and i can enter again
the heat of your body and shape of your smile
comforts me until the end
the hole in your chest is where i call my home
and i don't think i've ever felt this totally fucking alone
i'd kill myself for you, again and again, i'd do it again
once your lover can never be your friend
and i'll see it through straight to the bitter end
straight to the bitter end
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