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There is a box downstairs it's been there for years, all it brings is shame, and all it makes is tears. Nails that I pound chains I wrap around, to keep it quiet, to keep it tight, to keep it down and out of sight. Those who fucking knew they end up just like you, after all these years this cleaver can cut right through. I had a family, no, I don't lie they weren't too partial to the screams in the middle of the night. The little ones would say where did daddy go, I'd like to tell you son, but there are some things you shouldn't know. Head downstairs with one thing more than a flashlight for my guide. It's time for you to shut your fucking mouth and die. Where does the truth go when you buried it under the floor it doesn't go anywhere. It's still right there underneath rusty tools and faded scraps of old memories. You can still hear it scream, "let me out, let me out." Sleep is something you will miss, it's quiet now and that can't be good so I open the basement door to find nothing more but broken nails and busted wood. So it comes up from behind this is its chance to take my life, so I put the barrel in my own mouth pull the trigger take myself out

Phone cord wrapped around my wrist it's been like this for nights. Through all the good times the only things I can recall are the fights. Can't you see I'm pushing you away you've been too close for too long, all the time we try to reconcile things always end up wrong. Until the end you held onto my hand I wasn't quick enough to slip away. Laying down right next to you caressing curves from hips to side, not knowing if I should stay or run into the night. So I just self-destruct maybe this blast will be enough. Then you grab the loose end of my sleeve and whisper please don't leave. I'm not strong enough to hold onto this. Only cowards make their choices out of fear. I'm smart enough to hold on to you, I guess it's just my luck... couldn't we have met next year? Just cause I know I'm wrong now doesn't mean I've never felt the thrill of hurting you. Well I think kind of strange that the best feeling I can name is waking up alone. Knowing no one is shedding tears over actions that I choose

What if today was the last day of your life, would your soul let go and looking back in reflection would you think you did it right or in mourning room on a mahogany box would a ghostly figure claw at the top and scream curse as a driver pulls up with a Hurst. These are the things I ask myself laying in bed in the middle of the night with the window cracked and the radio on praying for answers before the end of the song. Wrong never rests knocks on my hero's door in a suit and tie offering comfort for strength they possess. Never again will I put my faith in flawed man; never again will I let opinion rule reason. Growing tired of this IV, if I take it out could I stop the bleeding take a chance and head out the back door. Standing under starry skies heart's still bleeding so I know I'm alive. Don't need the safety of those four walls. Your words still ringing in my head, I don't got what it takes to fight the whole world. Your pills and advice... two things. I will never take. Crash bang, hospital scenes just a dream but wise play still ring true sedatives begin to set in but this morning I have a friend. Right does its best just to protect the 'S' on my chest. My life starts today

Quiet Please
Close my eyes, I know its all been lies as the crowns knocked off my head and I fall from my high horse again. Spread Myself so thin, where do I begin to explain? Know what you want to hear, just what I want to show. And in the end, nothing I say was sincere. So I just keep on trying to keep myself from lying to myself, just to fall back in that rut? no, never again. I'll make an honest effort to pull the barbs off of the things I say, but I know its just a game. You say that my words hurt, you bite back just as hard. So wheres your gaurd, keep it up, why should we have to? So I step back into the shade, the only place where i feel safe from the thousand eyes waiting for my next escape. Can I beat this fright? Fear creeps up and holds on tight. Will I do whats right? Can I find the strength to step back into the light? When it comes to saying how I feel, its so damn hard face to face, yet I can express myself to strangers in this place. I know it shouldnt be like this, playing bully with our disrespect. So how long until we push ourselves away for good? Guided by misunderstandings, never taking the time that we should to recognize our worth. So save yourself from the misery.