This is where all the trouble starts
The depths of my own twisted desires
These words twist and grind
I had it perfect before
I know I can get it back
You haven’t slept for days
Each time the record stops you pick the needle up and place it back on that familiar groove.
And then what happens?
You don’t have to say anything
I’m falling
You’re falling
The noise drops out
The scene narrows in
The colors merge to one
You wake up exhausted
And instead of fearing death, you’re afraid you’re going to live
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