I'll look you in the eyes and try to say it softly, but the past is knocking down my goddamn door - and it won't stop - and some nights I'd scream, through slurred speech, picturing your heavy-hearted eyes on the floor. While I swing with all the weight in finding balance. Chip on both your shoulders marks me low most, I suppose. Yeah, you're right - I was a wreck and god, I've been reckless truth be told guess we'll never know.
To calm me down or call you out, forget it - for now, I'm gonna paint you in reds and blacks. 'Cause I caught the urge to cause some hurt after I've been through hell and back. Selfish as the days add up with my first foot in the grave, I wish I held my nose so high that I drowned when it rained. I'm bent on being honest, so if my talk's too hard to take, hell knows I never wanted that.
Kid come back, come back, come back to life!
I know theres more going on inside your head than the last time we spoke, stuck living out your lies.
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