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Tight rope, balance all the tension
Wherever I go
Is it my condition?
Or is it the high road
That's always there to take
My self-inflicted pain
'Cause every day's a crisis when you're down
All my vices screaming too loud
Run until I'm underneath the ground
But I'll figure it out
If I flood the house with my blood
I'ma have to clean it up
Will it be enough?
I can't make it make sense
It's all out of my hands
I'm doing what I can
With the mess that I am
Is everyday the same?
Or do I need to readjust my brain?
'Cause I wanna stare right at the Sun
Sink my teeth into my tongue
Just to feel something for once
'Cause every day's a crisis when you're down
All my vices screaming too loud
Run until I'm underneath the ground
But I'll figure it out
If I flood the house with my blood
I'ma have to clean it up
Will it be enough?
I can't make it make sense
It's all out of my hands
I'm doing what I can
With the mess that I am
Take what you need
If you're leaving, then I don't wanna stop you
'Cause you already see the mess that I am
If you take the air from my lungs
Like I'm screaming at the Sun
Will it be enough?
I can't make it make sense
It's all out of my hands
I'm doing what I can
With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am