From drama in the neighborhood
Secrets dangle across our heads
Then to a place with no matter
I strive for a happening
Where, where do we rest our heads
I can’t, I can’t get away
Help me stop myself
Before I devour the pleasured pain
I relentlessly continue
Each move so sickening
But if I were to stop
There would be nothing left
I hate to be open for misery
But I’m always first in line
Taking the punches of my own crime
Help me stay away
I'm so num
With what if's
I just want a place to go
No more, 'I don't knows.'
Where, where do we rest our heads
Before the eager games slips off our beds
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