This cold rain
It's breaking through my skin
It's tearing down the glass
That I am locked up in
This steam, this ring
This all seems to fall so fast
I'm paying dues
To a fogged up, clouded past
And it's not like anyone never felt this way before
But somehow I can't bring myself to open up this door
You're just cloaked in red paint
You're just stoned from all the times you've ran away
And I'm holding close a notebook filled with black ink
I can't think
You're running away again
These minutes have
All taken the slowest breaths
I'm clinging
To all that you have abandoned and left
These ripped notes
The last moments that were true
I'm ready, yes I am--
I always did believe you
And it's not like anyone never felt this way before
But somehow I can't bring myself to open up this door
You're just cloaked in red paint
You're just stoned from all the times you've ran away
And I'm holding close a notebook filled with black ink
I can't think
You're running away again
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