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I'm so out of touch with myself
I feel too weak to ask for help
I'd rather be anybody else
Collapsing, I can't stomach the pain
Relapsing, or stand the way
My mind plays all these games
I can't explain
I can't see straight
Now you know, I'll dig this grave on my own
My soul empty and cold
Crumbling like broken bones
My sheltered soul, crumbling like broken bones
Too shattered to stay close, too scattered to let go

There's nothing left here I fear
I'm begging you please my dear, let me go
Please let me go
Now I'm scattered, broken at the seams
I'm begging please
Let me go

My soul still bleeding
Onto the floor into the sheets
How do I even sleep or eat
When I can't even fucking breathe
I can't even fucking breathe
My spirit shattered
Like dust my life seems to gather
How do I even sleep or eat
When I can't even fucking breathe

There's nothing left here I fear
I'm begging you please my dear, let me go
Please let me go
Now I'm scattered, broken at the seams
I'm begging please
Let me go

Please let me go
I feel so jaded
This life I've wasted
Disdain, for myself and the life I've wasted
Displace my self hatred

There's nothing left here I fear
I'm begging you please my dear, let me go
Now I'm scattered, broken at the seams
I'm begging please
Let me go
There's nothing left here I fear
I'm begging you please my dear, let me go
Let me go

Please let me go
I feel so jaded
This life I've wasted

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from Wishful Thinking, released July 22, 2022

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