It begins behind your eyes, it's black through and through and it seeps through your vein, crawls into your extremities and it won't matter that there is someone beside you, who knows exactly what it feels like, you'll be all alone. It is an illness, isn't it? I could have dropped right there and shattered into a million pieces, feeling so hollow. I hate being the fucking second string. I thought I just needed your hand to hold. Why did I think anything was going to change?

and the night is yours alone

everybody cries if you're on

your own, everybody hurts.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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