Choking

The dream with no home
The fact I’m alone
It’s a knife in my chest
Without any relieve

I’d try to believe
I’ve been stripped of my needs
The ghost of a smile
Sticks out of my back
I’d try to walk it off
But I’m choking on tears

When the pain is near
A blend of fear
It blends into my skin
I sin, I sin, I sin
Just to fucking hate myself

The bottom of a bottle
The end of a night
The signature of my name
Withdrawing the fight

The tear of a story
The blend of a time
The pain that’s inside
The thing I call mine

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