I was a mess till the poison settled in
and I've been under the assumption
that progress meant I'm breathing.
Down here, medicated,
I fear that every inhale and exhale
is just another contradiction to me.
Holding your breath till your face turns purple.
You wanted love but you'll never get it. (Repeat 2 times)
Is there anyone out there that could love me?
A well dressed man who's confidence is broken.
Porcelain prayers been stealing faith from contenders
Holding your breath till your face turns purple,
you wanted love but you'll never get it.

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