III. What to Wear When You're Forgotten

I've got the scars of a thousand migraines carved into the inside of my skull
Pieces of a broken heart piercing into my lungs
I can't sleep. Anxiety. Please don't let me die like this

It's late night at the mountain's gate
We'll never get it back but I'm thinking

Who's going to cut me down when I die?
I've been wondering why we live on when the best things have just left us behind
The cross I carried high
Is pushing down on my pride
Maybe my mother was right, maybe I could try to live

Like someone who knows that the world is a humbling place
Take another drag. Rolling hills of grass
I can taste it laced in your jacket sleeves

Who's going to lift me up when I die?
I've been wondering why we live on when the worst things just come back every time
The prayers I tossed up high
Are falling around me tonight
Maybe my father was right, maybe I could try to live

Like someone who knows that the world is a beautiful place
Like someone who knows that the world is a beautiful place



Credits
Writer(s): Sief Naber
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