In my head lies a spider's web
Every thought I've ever had
Sits tangled and dead
Just to get devoured by the ghost that you left
Crawling through my mind so I'll never get rest
I remember when I used to be reliable
Now I scream till my throat bleeds
And I can't breathe
Everything I know
Has left me hanging from the bottom of a fucking rope
Sick of missing you
Sick of losing hope
If I can't convince you we were worth saving
Or sort through all these things I'm feeling
Maybe we're better off
Hanging from the ceiling.
This is my complete lack of composure
My only fucking source of closure.

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