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Vines
This place could never feel more empty and more alone
Like walls closing in on the darkness that I created
Yeah, I must have created this
Because they say bad things happen to good people
But I’ve found the world has to be different than that
I hold myself at night, when the stars forget to shine
Where is everybody tonight?
Holding myself at night, makes this place feel so empty and alone
Tossing in bedsheets, these bedsheets that are hiding me
I’ll never come out until my friends are no longer enemies
These friends I’ve grown around, like vines creeping up
Stuck to my bedsheets, so in love I’m gonna die
So in love I’m gonna die
I’m gonna die
Holding myself at night, where is everybody tonight?
Can’t they remember that I am the one forgotten this time?
I forget how to smile on my own, on my own
I am so dependent, on independence that died
I am so dependent, on independence that I swear to God died
Where is there room for me to close my eyes?
You’ve broken this, and how did I get so broken anyway?
I can’t outrun myself, creeping up like vines
Strangling me with a daydream of better times
I never had better times
You’re creeping up like vines
Those that remind me, there were never better times
Never better times
Creeping up like vines
You’ve got me now, terrible sickness
Holding myself at night makes this place feel so much more empty and alone
Tuck me in and leave me out cold