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Staring at the bottom of a glass

Has become all too familiar

This empty void it needs to be filled

And I’m happy to oblige

The lock clicks as the clock strikes five

As I stagger through a dark hallway

I reach the foot of the bed

To bury myself in the sheets

Why the fuck am I doing this again

Why the fuck am I so weak

Why the fuck am I doing this

Don’t let it rise

Keep it locked inside

More blurry nights and bloodshot eyes

I won’t find inner peace tonight

I won’t find inner peace tonight