Iron clad thoughts striking low points in my head
It seems the future holds nothing but dread
Loneliness submerges my thoughts
Pain taking over
These side effects of you are becoming death
Upon my shoulders they rest
Attempting to conceal their misery
Leaves me broken
Body and soul
I will tell myself no more lies
And only push feelings aside
Here I lay
Broken and cursed upon this silver bullet
It seems the future holds nothing but dread
Loneliness submerges my thoughts
Pain taking over
These side effects of you are becoming death
Upon my shoulders they rest
Attempting to conceal their misery
Leaves me broken
Body and soul
I will tell myself no more lies
And only push feelings aside
Here I lay
Broken and cursed upon this silver bullet




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