The Pain I Feel
I'm´ drownin´ in my head, I just can't stop thinking,
Maybe soon this heart will stop, so the thoughts will too.
You're mind is scarred
And it hits you hard,
breaking down your walls
like wrecking balls.
I have a cheetah, running in my heart,
spinning around, tearing me apart.
I can't seem to breath, i can't seem to think,
I am on the edge, could be gone in a blink.
and while it gets worse,
this isn't the first.
and i know in the end,
the good and band band will blend.
it may be unrepairable,
but soon it will be bearable.
At some point in time,
the sun will fly high,
and the world will be a good place to stay.
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