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I tend to freak myself out once in a while

And I also start to break down with a smile

I'm in a pool of blood that's filling in my lungs

Surrounded myself with these loaded guns. 

So I hold on tightly to the words that breathe

Silent answers down my neck

                      Creeping and crawling through my skin

                                   To one it would seem.....

        A bad omen amidst the crowds

                Struggle and smile as if there were nothing but bliss.

                          Nothing to fear

                          Nothing to gain

                                I have only one thing to miss...

                                           I freeze my position. Lock in on the target.

    To think.

You didn't believe I had the strength to start it.