Lyrics

Low on spirit, running scared, I try to catch my breath
All the things I've locked inside, could bring a man to death
& though I try to rationalize with civilized restrain
The more I try I realize, I'm left out in the rain
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Blurry vision, tired eyes, from staring at the ground
I know that the TV's on but I can't hear the sound
I hear voices in the dark, trying to break through
Through a mind of manic thought, wondering what to do
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