Here we go for the hundreth time,
Rip my heart out and insist I'm fine.
Like a Merry-Go-Round that's going way too fast,
Can't seem to let go of the past,
Opportunities go bye and I just can't try.
My past is holding on,
Feels like it weighs a ton.
Laughing like there's nothing wrong,
can't seem to remember my life's song.
Remembering how things have been,
Can't remember who's by my side,
Stuck inside this dread of mine.
Cant get out, blocked in,
Feel like I'm on a downward spin.
Like a wrestler has got me pinned,
Football star tackled me within.
God please help me,
I beg in my head.
I lay in bed, wide awake,
Can't shake these feeling of dread in my head.
Trying to remember when,
It took a turn for the worst,
Am I stuck in this curse?
I think I'm gonna need a herse.
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you have to say this fast, its written to the beat of bleed it out by linkin park.
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