the chains
My eyes hold stories that will never die, take my hand I'll show you why, I can't say what goes on I'm afraid to forget what I already saw, look at my smile does is fall after a little while, because my brain takes the pain and makes it never go away, I don't know why, but all I know is I'm tired and getting out of bed takes awhile, I don't know why I can't get out of bed I guess I'm just tied to the chains of this coffin in my head,
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