Текст: Jay Brannan. Other. Drowning.

it?s four a.m. again
father, forgive me this sin
uncomfortable in this life, yeah
I can?t put down this knife, yeah

I?m carving words in my arms, baby
hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand
this isn?t what i had planned

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I need relief from this life
I wanna slip away into the night
don?t wanna see the sun again
but can?t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind
I wish the ocean was warm
I feel like drowning

I?m losing my faith in me
I can?t remember the last time i felt free
from voices inside my head
when I taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead

you say I?m out of control
at least i still have a soul
no, I don?t need your advice
some compassion would be nice

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I can?t take any more of your pills
they hold my head up
but still it feels so wrong
I can?t believe the price that I?ve paid
for this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day

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