It hurts like Hell, but it will never be enough.
And if you couldn't tell I'm addicted to the rush
that corresponds with the pain, and the flowing blood
that is carried through these veins. But if I had your touch..
I could make believe that these scars would fade with the passing of time;
I would stare intently as the clock unwinds,
and take note of my skin being freed of the marks that were meant to last forever.
If you gave me but one chance - I would prove to be better.
Because I am no longer certain that the ground beneath me will always be there;
the sky above my head will remain clear;
the eyes I possess will rest at night;
this pain will keep me satisfied;
my lips will only speak the truth;
or that I can stay strong enough to make it through.
I beg you to step up and reveal everything that stirs behind that calm, collection -
Open up and hold your heart in my direction.
Don't concern yourself with uncertainty,
I'm willing to give you everything entirely.
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