Spending all my days
Trying to get out of my head
It’s awful cluttered up here
And I’d rather burn it all
To start over again in the empty hall
No one ever asks
So why should I tell
Nothing that remains
Was here when I was discovered
Now these breaths and screams are smothered
Let it go, let it go
I say to myself
Every heart’s cold
and every hand is shaking
Shaking just like mine
Misunderstood and undermined
By our ability to move forward
The talent of an honest lie
I just need a familiar face
Because the cold blank stare in these mirrors
Doesn’t know where to begin
Is this really the skeleton
Is this my closet
Or is this where I go to seek attention
Not every day
Is silk and stain
Or laughs and pain
Not every day, but today, I count my rings
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