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The chair is starting to hurt My eyes are going around I'm uncomfortable in this space Trying to make time go round My interior is jumping up and down I can't seem to breath When I fall on floor Blood gushing down My eyes they will believe The spaz from the shock No pupil comes up top Everyone panics but no one cares Left for death on my back Waiting to be loved Bright light sparkles down the chimney The blood turns to gore Spared by pain once again But there's nothing to be felt I run from the past that kills Childlike symptoms grow realistic I fight anyth Every light that shows Is a low Everything looks so Broke and dull I feel that way Solo is what I know Solo is what I know Every light that shows Is a low Everything looks so Broke and dull I feel that way What happened to My happy past My happy past And never would you see a life without bond And never would you see a cost in endings And I dream so much for you to come back To come back