And it hurts the most, a panic from the storm.
A constant ache, that won't go away.
These four walls hold the weight.
All of this is about to break.
A constant ache, that won't go away.
These four walls hold the weight.
All of this is about to break.
Give me tomorrow's dose today.
Something strong enough to medicate.
Give me anything but this.
Give me one more fix, to take the pain away.
Hope lies awake, as the darkness fades.
Desperation fills the space.
These four walls hold the weight.
One by one, they'll break away.
I'll run to you, until you tell me to run away.
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