Pile of Dead Horses

Drop out, repress
Dig in, regress

I'm purging friends and backing out
Left alone in your post mourning doubt
I never kept in touch because I couldn't bear the thought
Of the mal-de-mer inside your head that couldn't be unbought

Drop out, repress
Dig in, repress
Shut in, eat pills
Feel worth in your own reflection



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Collingsworth Walker
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