It's the emptiness that follows you down
It's the ache inside when it all burns out
It's poisonous it muscles it aches
It's everythying you had when it breaks
It's the emptiness that's all you have left
Too terrified of your frozen breath
It's a bitter mouth it's buttered and knived
It's the awful truth you fight for your life
It might as well it might as
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