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by Ethan Womack

My inner most thoughts
Contain me even more
It consumes me even so
I'm not sure I can pour
My heart out to you
The way I used to
The way I loved
All the times I rose and flew

For every way that it all ends
Eternity is not a trend
And everything that brings me back
Becomes nothing other, than that last sack
Pills to calm, and pills to coax
Crushed up powder that makes me numb
I love myself, My self loves you
And everything that you undo

Coming down is not an option
Rising up is more than fun
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Now I'm on the run.

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