My head won't leave my mind alone but you don't mind so go ahead and leave me by myself. I'll serve out my life sentence in this private cell. (aware and broken) I'll serve out my life sentence isolated in this private hell. Would you be leaving now? Showing how little you believe in me you point your finger and curse these demons. From safe distances now, you can plainly see, that at these distances the difference is that I alone endure the atrophy. Now the lights are going dim and in comes a bitter cold. From places so deep that I cannot tell, and gaining in momentum as I'm growing old, until they're ripping me apart these feelings swell...and swell...and swell.
My heart can't bare "to have and to hold" now when my hand you won't hold and have I lost the scent of your intoxicating smell? Your taste and touch were burned on my brain as I wallowed, tortured in a self inflicted living hell.
You're love, for now, I am no longer receiving. So, for now, I believe that I'll be leaving.
For all the things I've worked so hard to be left in the end with my feelings hardly working...
ASCAP/ A Little To No Talent
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