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- EP Running with scissors
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- Running With Scissors
I'm not over it,
life's to short for this.
I made a mess,
and now I'm regretting it.
I can't let go,
But I think you should know,
I'm getting better everyday!
I'll cry you a river,
And maybe you'll drown.
I need to scream and shout just to block out the sound.
I'm sick and fucking tired of all this medication,
It's all in my imagination.
Befriending misery,
We're closer then you'd believe.
Like a recurring dream,
You just won't let me sleep.
I'm like a secret 'cause I'll never make friends.
There's always strings attached,
They're tied at both ends.
Raindrops fall on the window pane,
Painting me pictures of things you'd say.
I know it gets lonely,
But life's not only for the lucky ones.
I'd sit outside in the rain all day,
If I knew the cold would ease my pain.
I'm a disappointment,
But disappointing
Is all I've ever known.