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The Fall
03:53
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I can't feel my legs anymore
My wheelchair's still at the front door
I need someone
To get it for me
I wrap my body in string
It makes me feel strong
I put myself in a box
And wait till you're gone
I wrap my body in string
It makes me feel strong
I put myself in a box
And wait till you're gone
I miss my friends
I'd be okay
If they still came around
But I ran away
I think about death
My head starts to spin
Is that anxiety
Or am I just dehydrated
Today I did nothing
I just laid on the ground
I feel so tired
I want to go outside
But I can't get up
I wrap my body in string
It makes me feel strong
I put myself in a box
And wait till you're gone
I wrap my body in string
It makes me feel strong
I put myself in a box
And wait till you're gone
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2. |
Remember
04:26
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I wake up then I pass out
That's usually how my days go
I can barely move my arms anymore
I'm in front of my tv
At least the bleeding finally stopped
Right as I was losing consciousness
Do you remember
What I told you
Do you remember
Who I am
Do you remember
When you'd visit
Do you still think about me
Still think about me
I'm brain-dead and stuck on the floor
The bugs have started moving
Into my head right where it hit the counter
Sometimes I hear steps outside
And I hope they check the door
But my voice isn't working so they don't
Do you remember
What I told you
Do you remember
Who I am
Do you remember
When you'd visit
Do you still think about me
Still think about me
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3. |
Time Alone
04:23
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When you spend
Time alone
You can't hide
From yourself
Well I want to grow up soon
But something's not letting me
I can smell the rot
My body's numb
I have no control
No I'm not ready to die
I haven't heard my phone
Ring at all, something's wrong
I never realized how shallow my life was
I guess I should have tried harder back when I could
I wish I'd call my friends more
But it would kill me to try
I never realized how shallow my life was
I guess I should have tried harder back when I could
I never realized how shallow my life was
I guess I should have tried harder back when I could
I can smell the rot
My body's numb
I have no control
No I'm not ready to die
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4. |
The Mountain, Pt. 3
05:28
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My breaths feel weak and heavy
But I feel so comfortable
I'm still afraid of dying, but at least I can take something with me
I can take one thing with me
My first memory, I was almost 3
I was dressed as Spiderman, sitting on the hood of my mom's car
We moved a lot
I always had new best friends who I'd never see again
The day I joined band in 4th grade
The first sound I got out of my clarinet, it took me a week
I've always been slow
The day I learned what awkward meant
And what it was to be awkward
The day I met Shawn
The day we stopped talking
I could've be a better friend
The day I reconnected with old friends
It was right after high school, we started a band
Then we had to grow up
The day I wrote my first song
The day I sang my first song
The day I sang my last song
It hurts my head to think
It's easier to run away
The day I moved
I moved to the mountain
It's easy to hide
To hide in the mountain
To live in the mountain
To sing in the mountain
To be in the mountain
The mountain
The mountain
The mountain
The m-
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