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These old spooks are immortal

I have grown weak against them again

Here I am feeling unworthy

Here I am feeling like a burden

Please, let my heart be still

Let me exist no more

Exhausted from feeling like I am the problem

Broken from the old scars bleeding anew

I am nothing you wish for

I am unworthy of such love

Here I am dying in your arms

Here I am fading within

Let my heart be still

Let my tears stain the pillow no more

Spent from battling the dark waters

Sore from the restless nights

Listening to the old scars bleed

Watching the old ghost dance

I am hollowed of who I am

I am lost from the self again

Just let my heart be still

Let me exist no more......