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the look on your face
is one ive seen before
your eyes are glazed
you dont hear me anymore
youres as tired as i am
of the tears and the pain
but my heart still bleeds
and the cuts are the same
is there
a cure for the sickness
inside of my head
a pill or a drug
when im feeling
so dead
somebody save me
from the darkness
ive fed
cos im feeling sick
cos im feeling sick
all the pieces of me
shattered on the floor
and picking me up
is always a chore
cos i cut and scrape
all those who dare to try
to reach out their hand
i must make them cry
is there
a cure for the sickness
inside of my head
a pill or a drug
when im feeling
so dead
somebody save me
from the darkness
ive fed
cos im feeling sick
cos im feeling sick
what would you do
if i said this was it
its not going away
it was permanent
cos I can no longer dream
alone in bed do i suffer
sleep is not a relief
it only makes the night tougher
is there
a cure for this sickness
inside of my head
a pill or a drug
for when im feeling so dead
somebody save me
from the darkness
ive fed
cos im feeling sick
cos im feeling sick
rescue my heart
from the cold that settles in
cos im not myself
when im feeling sick
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