Breathe, cold, another bad dream
Got mud on my face but I can't get clean
Feel, hope, but I rip at the seams
If I can't get you away from me
Taking showers every hour and I choke on steam
Writing on the mirrors and the space between
All so tall, it broke the fourth wall
Guess my fairy tale had a few plot holesBreathe, cold, another bad dream
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