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The sound of things falling is a rattling voice,
even if it's nothing but a low thud or a whisper echoing around.
it's always the same place, but you barge in, you have no choice.
you hear these sounds all the time of your own pieces falling down,
they were barely hanging.
you're the rat lured in by the music of the pipe,
you try to move but your legs are glued to the ground,
you're a sailor who lost his faith and seeking land.

Lonliness sings with a melody that rings in your ears,
a mermaid of hell who madly kills your heart,
and every happy thought,
you lose this battle and the one after, for every time you show some resistance,
it hurts your case you lose your grace, you hate your own existence.

Turn over your pillow as much as you want,
remove your covers and cover yourself up again,
you won't find peace, for all those ghosts your dreams they haunt,
when you wake up tomorrow you know you'll be drained,
it never stoppes you from counting sheep,
even when you're losing sleep,
every single night.

Don't be ashamed of your sadness, I ask you to sit and ponder,
the demons that posses your heart and the closet full of monsters,
They can't decide if you are truly a fighter,
these tears are streams that will wash you off,
and make you shine even brighter.

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