I know youve got your reasons on me
Every cliche I speak, just feels like marching
Backwards down path that we starting
Lack the words to persuade, so im just sorry
stretch out the mask
Relapse and relax, 
hurting myself to put out the flames on your back
I bend my soul to keep up this act
Of target practice till im dead

Neichzte and Hans
Aristotle, Adolf
Eat the words from my plate 
No time to explain
Paled in comparsion
Not fair, I know I am
I care with every ounce
Aware im the odd one out
Trying to outweigh the threats of your self doubt
I dont know how when im just a line in your how to
Book of noose loops
And reasons to give up
its never enough
Oh its never enough

I push too hard
Ive opened old scars
Ive bleed those wounds
And inhaled those same fumes
Infected me 
Negativity
If I pull you up 
Youd just put me to sleep
Id try everything
But it doesnt help to ones
Who want to rot
I’ll still be here for when you unlock
It wouldnt make a difference if we ever met or not

Id still give you everything that ive got


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