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Misery comes in with the rain
beating down against your skin
as you try to absolve the pain
and find a way to live again.
The razors from your past
some nights, call out your name
they know all your secrets,
they say you'll never be alone,
never be alone again.
Cleanliness is godliness
Loneliness is godliness
Pain is fucking god.
So you say it again and again
as you wipe the blood from the steel.
When it hurts to breathe
just draw an incision with that scalpel
down your chest to release the
hurt, and transform your
tears into a smile.
From the wreckage they'll draw
a girl who used to enjoy
stupid things like puddles
and fluffy kittens
but somehow, got twisted on her way to freedom.
beating down against your skin
as you try to absolve the pain
and find a way to live again.
The razors from your past
some nights, call out your name
they know all your secrets,
they say you'll never be alone,
never be alone again.
Cleanliness is godliness
Loneliness is godliness
Pain is fucking god.
So you say it again and again
as you wipe the blood from the steel.
When it hurts to breathe
just draw an incision with that scalpel
down your chest to release the
hurt, and transform your
tears into a smile.
From the wreckage they'll draw
a girl who used to enjoy
stupid things like puddles
and fluffy kittens
but somehow, got twisted on her way to freedom.