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Panic Attack
02:00
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I Dont Like Me.
This Dont Like Me.
You Dont Like Me.
We Dont Like Me.
Breathe.
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Finally, A Feeling
02:37
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No one is fighting right. Walking around the last time.
No one is fighting right, Walking around no lipstick on.
Ripping up the letter that you never wanted to read anyway.
Try to take a picture but you always roll your eyes like you're annoyed.
Wanna dance, dance, dance good, but They are all looking my way.
Convincing myself Im as good as you treat me.
You don't treat me nice, even tho.....
Twenty thousand ways to show you how much I want you
But only one way to assure that you're never getting near, Me.
Watering my distraught plants, stacking journals on the carpet.
Some things got me trying too hard. Is this winning?
To create my time?
Am I wasting time?
No one is fighting right, Walking around the last time.
No one is fighting right, Walking around no lipstick on.
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3. |
Push/Pull
03:28
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Can I push it away from me?
I don't try hard (X2)
Can I keep it away from me?
Slide off the cellophane my thoughts exposed.
But its easy to delete.
It should always feel like a friendship up in here, huh?
(x1)
Is it finally gone from me? (oops)
These stunted words, unwanted facts, they cant try hard.
Im passionate for this clearing up the input of my design.
I smoke in front of mirrors & kiss myself.
I draw out maps just to rip them up.
Is it running away from me?
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Read. Between. The lines.
Please get me out of this place.
Body breaking.
Getting loaded.
Get me out of this place.
Get me out of this place.
Get me out of this place.
Get me out of this place.
You just got here! Where you going?!
Hell. Its personal, Hell.
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Fake sensations coincide,
loosing memory of what was mine
this untangling, has me wronged.
What is touching, what is touch.
I could miss you, through the screen.
Needy jumping only marries needs.
Funny lonely, funny far.
Ugly crying, funny scar.
Why must I hurt, stunting my words.
in the void, have I learned?
In the void. In the void.
Its a joke,
We're all damaged, what a joke.
Got us milking from our knees.
You get inside, but you're not in mind.
Why must I hurt, stunting my words.
in the void, have I learned?
In the void. In the void.
Its a joke.
All alone, while you please.
Its a joke.
What a joke.
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Myriad Slits Los Angeles, California
I make music about feelings & having fun.
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