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von Ghost Heart

The words that I need
Sit on the tip of my tongue
Before slipping down and getting caught in my throat
I′ll choke and starve from all the things I couldn't say
And my God, how much more can I endure?

I′ve grown away, satisfaction's compromising
How many times can I passively endure
The tearing of a crown that's only seeing a manufactured monster?
A man who′ll throw a voice of misdirection
Dripping from the lips can turn around and reassure it′s nothing


Just a bad dream now
Go back to sleep

At some point I decided

That having the worst of you was better than not having you at all
At some point I decided
That having the worst of you was better than not having you at all

But now I've got nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
I′ve got nothing left of me
I've got nothing
I′ve got nothing

At some point I decided
That having the worst of you was better than not having you at all