Withdrawal
It gets better
It gets better
This time will be
Unlike last time
Gentle touch
Raw warm feel
Gone through much
Draw full yield
Love will be
Love will be
Love will
Love
Wrong
I'm cold
Un-fed
It ain't supposed to get easier
Some gall
All dread
How does it feel never to be heard
Your souls
Get made
Matter that from which we deter
Inside my head
It's the needles that we prefer
Deprived
Unfair
Why the pain demands me aware
Unkind
Love's dead
Only in ways it can make you hurt
Well, I'd never lie
To you
You know
I'd bridge your sight
From you
To me
It gets better
It gets better
Well you don't say?
I'm cold
Un-fed
It ain't supposed to get easier
Some gall
All dread
How does it feel never to be heard
Your souls
Get made
Matter that from which we deter
Inside my head
It's the needles that we prefer
Deprived
Unfair
Why the pain demands me aware
Unkind
Love's dead
Only in ways it can make you hurt
It gets better
Please get better
This is your destiny
I'm cold
Un-fed
It ain't supposed to get easier
Some gall
All dread
How does it feel never to be heard
Your souls
Get made
Matter that from which we deter
Inside my head
It's the needles that we prefer
In time trash falls
If it draws
Then the canvas shows a piece of me
Become the hateful
Follow the traces
Alive or dead
This is your destiny
Inside I crawl
Over glass
In the hopes of getting anywhere
Ever gleeful
This is the way how I made my bed
It gets better
This time will be
Unlike last time
Gentle touch
Raw warm feel
Gone through much
Draw full yield
Love will be
Love will be
Love will
Love
Wrong
I'm cold
Un-fed
It ain't supposed to get easier
Some gall
All dread
How does it feel never to be heard
Your souls
Get made
Matter that from which we deter
Inside my head
It's the needles that we prefer
Deprived
Unfair
Why the pain demands me aware
Unkind
Love's dead
Only in ways it can make you hurt
Well, I'd never lie
To you
You know
I'd bridge your sight
From you
To me
It gets better
It gets better
Well you don't say?
I'm cold
Un-fed
It ain't supposed to get easier
Some gall
All dread
How does it feel never to be heard
Your souls
Get made
Matter that from which we deter
Inside my head
It's the needles that we prefer
Deprived
Unfair
Why the pain demands me aware
Unkind
Love's dead
Only in ways it can make you hurt
It gets better
Please get better
This is your destiny
I'm cold
Un-fed
It ain't supposed to get easier
Some gall
All dread
How does it feel never to be heard
Your souls
Get made
Matter that from which we deter
Inside my head
It's the needles that we prefer
In time trash falls
If it draws
Then the canvas shows a piece of me
Become the hateful
Follow the traces
Alive or dead
This is your destiny
Inside I crawl
Over glass
In the hopes of getting anywhere
Ever gleeful
This is the way how I made my bed
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