Like being lonely
Wasn’t enough
I get hit by trash
And I ain’t tough
Wondering breath
And scuffling fist
Pending dreams
That don’t fit
I am hiding tears
Under the rain
Feeling tonight
I’ll sleep over my pain
At this point
Good things are taboo
I don’t cry
But I will if I have to
Sympathy’s burning
Down the drain
Feeling tonight
I’ll sleep over my pain
To accomplish my sorrows
In a habit
I’m hitting right
Beneath of it all
There will come
A place so numb
Where I won’t feel
Anything at all
Perhaps it’s a lie
Living over again
Feeling tonight
I’ll sleep over my pain
Wasn’t enough
I get hit by trash
And I ain’t tough
Wondering breath
And scuffling fist
Pending dreams
That don’t fit
I am hiding tears
Under the rain
Feeling tonight
I’ll sleep over my pain
At this point
Good things are taboo
I don’t cry
But I will if I have to
Sympathy’s burning
Down the drain
Feeling tonight
I’ll sleep over my pain
To accomplish my sorrows
In a habit
I’m hitting right
Beneath of it all
There will come
A place so numb
Where I won’t feel
Anything at all
Perhaps it’s a lie
Living over again
Feeling tonight
I’ll sleep over my pain
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