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Because you know the way it goes
How it hurts in all the right places
When you go off on your own
You leave me here with empty traces
Left alone with my thoughts, paranoia setting in
Panic growing faster, blackened thoughts now settle in
I’m falling victim to this thing inside of me
Ripping madly through my chest; finding some way to escape
Like curtains blowing freely, hung for broken window panes
Rapid water under streetlights surging down into the drain
Water droplets falling quickly
Just can't help it
Call it rain