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If I had forever
I would live this silence
I would feed this disease
Of which you are the cause
You are the cure
So hated and yet so sought
Penetrating my everything
I thought I did
I thought I would
Be able to put this off forever
But now as my time fades away

It seems a new reality hits
And the insured tomorrow is not a constant for me
With this impending death
I admit to myself
With me shall die my petty dreams

The blood washes off and yet the shame prevails
Tearing from the eyesockets the tellers of this tale

To die with nothing
Is a choice I've made
To derpive myself
Not telling you
Just how I live through this
Never will you hear my confessions
Like the obsession that was born of crayons and toys
And shall die with me today

The blood washes off and yet the shame prevails
Tearing from the eyesockets the tellers of this tale

It's untold

And now this loathesome beast
This would've-could've-should've spectre
Will crawl into my deathbed
And I shall smell it's foul breath
My death will pain me tenfold
Because no one will know
To hell with the spent years
and fuck the shed tears
I'll burn the books and sketches
But my guilt will keep knocking

Knocking

Knocking on my bedroom door
If I had forever   I would live this silence   I would feed this disease   Of which you are the cause   You are the cure   So hated and yet so sought   Penetrating my everything   I thought I did   I thought I would   Be able to put this off forever   But now as my time fades away     It seems a new reality hits   And the insured tomorrow is not a constant for me   With this impending death   I admit to myself   With me shall die my petty dreams     The blood washes off and yet the shame prevails   Tearing from the eyesockets the tellers of this tale     To die with nothing   Is a choice I've made   To derpive myself   Not telling you  Just how I live through this   Never will you hear my confessions   Like the obsession that was born of crayons and toys   And shall die with me today     The blood washes off and yet the shame prevails   Tearing from the eyesockets the tellers of this tale     It's untold     And now this loathesome beast   This would've-could've-should've spectre   Will crawl into my deathbed   And I shall smell it's foul breath   My death will pain me tenfold   Because no one will know   To hell with the spent years   and fuck the shed tears   I'll burn the books and sketches   But my guilt will keep knocking     Knocking     Knocking on my bedroom door
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