there are things that i wish i never knew
the kind that swallow the hope that you placed in the hollow of my heart
strip me of those, and i'm nothing but empty
sometimes sunlight spills into my room
and it doesn't quite warm me (or stop me from tearing you apart)
but the rays on my skin are in the places you touched it
still.
you can't save me
from whatever it is you're convinced plagues me
we are one and the same being
we are the same being
never enough
you're never enough
there's no need to rush when we'll only end up alone
cause it's all downhill from here
all white noise
all white noise and gunshots and shattering glass
i don't blame you
for ignoring the parts that don't entertain you
cause it's something that we all do
it's what we all do
am i dreaming?
it feels like i am dreaming - is this the real thing?

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