Monday mourning
I awake with my head in my hands
Its distorting
Lie awake everynight in despair
And i wonder...
...how it came to this?
And i wonder..
...when i'll break....
Its a sign of weakness you see
An earl grey nightmare
Calls out to me...
Boil everything, boil little boy
Boil everything, boil silly boy.
I cant live like this anymore
I cant see my face anymore
Killing myself one grey sip at a time
And i lost the path somewhere
Lost the road somewhere
Im drowning
In a cold
Dead
Grey
Ocean.
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