My pillow has strapped me here to my bed
And when I’m up I cannot eat
This torture consumes me.
It looks like fire, the biggest you’ve seen
But it has a face that resembles her.
But it’s not her- it’s the one who said the line
A mutated version of the one I once loved.
I can’t take a shower for fear that I’ll drown
But I looked over the edge and I looked to the ground
I looked at the cars driving 50 feet below
And along with the shower I also said no.
Today won’t be the day that I quit
It won’t.
But it also won’t be the day that I win.
That’s still so far away.
One stop, one score until I’m back from the deficit.
How do I hold my defenses that long?
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