so it's empty in here
the rain
falling so near
the cold
rush to my bones
all i want is just
to leave home
the heavens a notion
your words half forgotten
but we live in the then
not sure how tomorrow
became so rotten
and we tempt ourselves with lies
we believe
and empty our souls till they bleed
scrape me raw and thin and evil and right
i still wont keep you warm at night
and i said to my soul, "be still and do not hope. be still that i might sleep."
whatever you like.
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