Sitting on a chair
Having not the strength to move downstairs
Staring at the wall
Painting all the things you are which I'm not
You know alibis can last for so long
'till my everything turns into blood
Did you ever feel like me
As you were half of what you should be
I don't even know who I am
And I'm pushing myself close to the edge
We're books on a stand
Which someone used to love and take care
Then yellow comes washing out the colors of a lifetime
You know alibis can last for so long
'till my everything turns into blood
Did you ever feel like me
As you were half of what you should be
I don't even know who I am
And I'm pushing myself close to the edge

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