I can't recall a moment where you ever left my side.
My mistakes are cutting there way through my back.
What do I need to do? What do I need to show that I'm alive?
Or am I really dying inside? Laughing outside,
I'm dying inside, nothing seems to be alright.
There's nothing on you, there's something on me.
Outlined in red you wont have to wait.
This time I won't leave you.
I can't stop laughing at myself, I fucked up again.
Close the door, I'm through being a ghost.

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