Most times I stutter and I fuck up my words.
I'm totally fine, not sick in the least,
When reality is; I'm filled with disease.
My stomach turns and I start to feel ill,
everything's spinning yet I'm standing still.
Covered in sweat, I'll still huddle near,
'Cuz when I'm by your side, you've got nothing to fear.
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"I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflection
I am the face whom she sleeps tonight
I am the pick in the ice
Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we die
And either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls..."
Yeap, that's how I feel.
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