Who ain't been held too close
In times of pain
When the ceiling drips
The room's bathed in grey
Outside's a trip
For another day
I keep telling those
Expelling those
Negative whores to go away
But it seems to grip
More everyday
The walls get taller
Self-medicate
"And how did you get this low?"
That's what the illness spoke
For every word they had to say
Better of not to see
Me this way
Better off just to leave it
Guess this ain't the world that I dreamt of
How many hits can I take?
How many things can one soul make?
I wrap myself inside my duvet
You think these blue giants feel the same?
You think they ever have these days?
You think they ever have these days?
You think they ever have these days?
(These days)
I hang my head for those Who ain't been held too close In times of pain When the ceiling drips The room's bathed in grey Outside's a trip For another day I keep telling those Expelling those Negative whores to go away But it seems to grip More everyday The walls get taller Self-medicate "And how did you get this low?" That's what the illness spoke For every word they had to say Better of not to see Me this way Better off just to leave it Guess this ain't the world that I dreamt of How many hits can I take? How many things can one soul make? I wrap myself inside my duvet You think these blue giants feel the same? You think they ever have these days? You think they ever have these days? You think they ever have these days? (These days) Explain Request ×
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