Let go
I'm barely holding on, I'm slowly letting go
of this thing called reality, that's served its final blow
I can't keep fighting, I'm not moving forward
if anything, backwards, from this unrealistic torture
only getting weaker, tired of living
I can't find a reason for the fucks I'm giving
let's fade out to black as the show comes to an end
let the curtains close, with nothing left to mend
nothing left of the girl you once mocked, nothing left in her heart
you broke her down, piece by piece, until nothing was left to tear apart
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