1. |
Social Butterfly
02:58
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Let me spread across
Under your wing
I wanna feel the way you feel
When you’re socializing
I’m looking for an exit on my first step in
I wanna leave, I don’t wanna be your friend
I can’t stand the cocoon
Please set me free
A social butterfly is what I aim to be
I don’t need this anxiety
The feeling of suffocating
I wanna feel the way you feel
When you’re socializing
I aim to be free
Of my anxieties
I aim to be free
Of these anxieties
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2. |
Low
02:39
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Holding my breath just to fill my lungs
It helps to stop
The rapid beating of my heart
I can’t take it anymore
The blood in my brain
Is sinking down to my eyes
All I see is just
Red, Black, white
I can’t help you see what I see
Even if I give you my eyes
It’s a feeling I can’t describe
Every second I feel I’m going to die
Overwhelmed and tired
After an episode
The whole world spins
On without me
What did I do to deserve this
I can self medicate
But that won’t make it go away
I can self medicate
But that won’t me go away
I’ve hit a low
And I can’t seem too get myself out
I’ve hit a low
And I can’t ever get myself out
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3. |
Choking
02:04
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All I hear is your words
Be lilting me
I could never live up to
What you want me to be
I’m sorry I’m not your favorite little boy
I know you wanted to treat me like a stupid fucking toy
You say you want to love me
But you just bring me pain
I’ll wrap this belt around my neck
Sit in my shitty old car
Stare from window to window
And tug until im purple and blue
I’ll cross my arms
Above my head
Dodge all the things
You throw at me
I’m not trying to end up dead
I can’t believe you think it’d be okay
To say you love me just right after
I thought I loved you
But you were so fake
But I loved the way you were so fake
I’ll wrap this belt around my neck
Sit in my shitty old car
Stare from window to window
And tug until im purple and blue
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4. |
Weeping Willow
02:06
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I don’t need to feel your distain
Your judgments shoot like bullets
I can feel your Gods gaze
It’s why I keep my head low
I don’t wanna see your face
It’s why I keep my head low
I don’t need to see your face
I used to keep a cross in pocket
Till it burned in my skin
I lost a love for you
I won’t let you forgive me again
I let you seep in just like sap
You were supposed to help me forgive
But you didn’t do that
All I got was an ignorance
That I won’t call bliss
She was just acting like a little fucking bitch
I used to keep a cross in pocket
Till it burned in my skin
I lost a love for you
I won’t let you forgive me again
You put these into seeds in my head
They grew into willows
You’re the reason I have such sorrow
You put these seeds into my head
Now I’m weeping
Just a fucking weeping willow
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5. |
Manic
02:19
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I don’t remember a single word said
I hope I didn’t offend
the one I love
But I think I’d
I think I did
I think I think I did I
I think I did
All I see is red
Get this out of my head
All I see is manic
A manic depression
Screaming and crying
Tears of pain
You don’t deserve this
Should I kill myself
I think I should
I think I think I
I think I should
I don’t wanna live inside my head any more
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