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I never thought I'd become an addict, But that part of me was always there, And he's talking to himself in the mirror. He's giving himself an edict: Toughen up or go nowhere. Raising his voice like that makes him clearer.

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You say it's our last caress today, But I thought we had our last caress yesterday. How long will we delay the inevitable? Our love is ineligible for renewal.

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Sun is out, no shade. Minimum wage Trims every blade. Walk to save Money that wasn't made. Desire and cave Into a cascade Of bad decisions. This admission's always the same, So… Sun is out, no shade. Walk to save Money that wasn't made. Into the tube, a train With no AC, towards Ealing Broadway. Humidity teaches humility, but this is a bit of a pisstake.

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Bruised ego, broken dreams. Emotional torpedo tearing at the seams. I ain't an accessory to do with what you like Because access to me ain't a right.

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High humidity, shampoo bottles, and mould. Making meals out of antifreeze and snow. Saving bleach and Febreze for the show, Shame how few tickets sold.

Distort, retort: Refraction. Too smart, broken heart: Subtraction. Wide eyes, win a prize: Distraction. There's no innocence in inaction.

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Ideas hide here, Where are they? Losing speed, Didn't even hit the brakes.

No turn ahead. No way to forget

The end is fleeing, The vibe is fleeting.

Circle back to this conversation: The impermanence of inspiration.

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Longing for love. Lock me in cuffs, Just don't leave me.

Longing for love. Will it ever be enough To please me?

Longing for love Left me alone, on the cusp Of what I need to know.

Oh, longing for love. Letting you cut me off Left me with nothing to show.

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There's no rest for the wicked. I'm committed to suffering until convicted For not heeding warming's warnings 'Cause I prefer the atmosphere frigid. Woe to me needing your breath on my neck. Afflicted by my doublethink, I sink until I'm admitted And permitted to rest.

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One day, I woke up, and nothing was the same. The sky was still blue, but what I became Was colourblind to signs of change. Everything was too much, I was deranged. Stressful medley, melody measured in pain. Heart empty, looking for something to blame. Over my head, a blanket of shame. Of all the things to break, it was the strain

Itself. It let me go.

Why? I don't know. What do I have to show? When did I lose control? Where did I leave my goals? Who even has my soul? How do cope alone? All questions for another day. The sky's still blue, just with more grey.

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Lift is screaming in pain, Yet your ride up has no shame. Stairs are redecorated in grey, Much like your life, asking for some change, Painting over beige to dodge the blame. Your key unlocks the same domain; The wallpaper's the same, But I fucking hate you.

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Commute, work, commute. It's cyclical. Life caught up in despondent rhyme. Breakfast becomes cynical And dinner is a crime, But, just when the room's too miserable, The sunrise is a sign That hope is the cruellest miracle Because it forces the dying to stand just one more time.

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The real me lives squalid, and is vapid. My decay is rapid, Onset by overwhelming emotion.

Your help just exacerbates it; I can't help if my soul's delapidated. Why's socialisation just commotion?

I swear my soul is a busy street, When it should be empty. Why the fuck are you saving me, If my soul's so obscene?

I wish I could tell you Everything that's wrong, But I can't, so I'll sell you A dream that's long gone.

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Ain't often I enjoy a Sunday morning, Listen to the wind rustle leaves and the birds sing. Sometimes, I forget this is what it's for, Just wish I got to spend more time with you; Never heard you say why you loved me when it mattered. A broken toy, left shattered, in your bin. I can't begin to talk about how it destroyed me And took away the chance for me to be better for you.

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There was a time that I loved you, And there was a list of things I would do, But those feelings are now dead and gone, And I can't believe I was so dead and wrong. I can't believe I wrote a list so long, Just for you to prove the doubts I held all along. I hope you enjoy the bed you made for yourself Because Lord knows you're alone in that hell.

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What will it take to feel okay And make this house feel like a home? As the upholstery decays, The furniture's throwing stones. I'm getting cussed out by the microwave And the shower's breaking my bones. They say every dog has its day, But some of us were made to die alone.

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Needs never met. Pain you'll never forget. Left to your own devices, Searching for something true, But she doesn't exist, And, even if she did, She wouldn't want you.

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I don't know why I kept coming back to you Like a fly to shit. I guess I missed the lie that I found truth In all the ways you make me sick.