I think I’m losing out
The cruel hands of time
Against me now
Though they’ve always held me down
This is a different kind of pain
Promise hangs above the door
I can’t remember what it’s up there for
Guess it doesn’t matter anymore
Too little, too late
It’s fucking me up
Insincerity, the taste of my own blood
Never enough
Ruins formed, beauty turned to rust
What never was
Empty arms open wide
Cold embrace of a bitter lie
Hang my head mesmerized
By the dull and constant ache
Living in the dark
Altered mind, residual heart
Breathing is the hardest part
Knuckles white, the rope is frayed
It’s fucking me up
Insincerity, the taste of my own blood
Never enough
Ruins formed, beauty turned to rust
In the wake of an ending too abrupt
What never was
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