Dolos (The Second Self)

From the mess of me again
From this dying life
You only love me when the sun is out
And there's no dirt on my hands
(But I am slipping)
Tucked in
Inside this shell I share
These illusions these playgrounds
I fall again
Here in my own
And here I'll be waiting
Here we'll be waiting
He's stalking me
Patiently
Gaining trust
Loathing my happiness
(Hey follow me)
Why what's down there?
Come in
Into this water stream
Where soon I will lead you
And prove that
It's not just a hole
It's your home
Can we please
Turn back around
I'm sorry kid it doesn't work like that
Why do you always bring me here?
Can we please turn back around?
Can we please turn back around?
Well I feel my mind
Never worked, it never works
You only love when I never fail
But through this rusted weather I fail
It never worked, it never works
But from this mess of me again
This confronted mind
Sealed inside a box I trapped you in
That'll I'll keep close
To my hands
Because I know that
We will meet again



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Herod Iii
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