I just can't keep it in
It needs to get out
These thoughts in my head
Are dripping with doubt
And the thought of my failure
The thought of my pain
My blood is their fuel
And my torture's their game
So I keep on breathing
Thinking this is the last time
That I'll fall for their tricks
That I'll fall for their lies
But I've been wrong before
Who's to say I'm not now
And though I hear the words clearly
They're just not coming out
And I feel so useless
Like a deaf man hearing screams
Though I swear I can make it
I just won't hear a thing
So I hold on tight
To a silly little game
And the more that I win
The more I'm in pain
And the more that I think on it
The more it make sense
There's a limit to our luck
And a price on our friends
So we find we're at a crossroad
With each street a dead end
You head down one road
Just to turn around again
So I keep on breathing
Thinking this is the last time
That I'll fall for their tricks
That I'll fall for their lies
But I've been wrong before
Who's to say I'm not now
I hear the words clearly
But they'll never come out
I'm just too afraid
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first stanza is beautiful. i can't ask for anything changed. beautiful. as for the rest of the piece, it gets grimmer and grimmer. I NEED to KNOW what it is that causes such misery. what tricks and games and trades of the sort. i feel like in need to help this person but its as if they have no mouth to speak to me.
well written. and mission accomplished by pulling me in. thank you.

