Just try and hold me back

broken people.
broken places.
damaged goods,
and damaged faces.

Free at last. I can see at last.
I can be at last.
Breathe at last.
It's not the pain that makes us feel.
It's just reality that makes it real.
It's real.
It's real.
I'm real.

Slow me down, pick me up.
Tell me something good.

Nothing hurts when the air can't get through.
So choke me.
Take this all away.
Come on. Gimme a chance.

I'll make it worth your while.
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I gotta write something that means more than what you can see. It's gotta plow through the thick atmosphere that seems to cloud your mind. I gotta get through the fog to make you see, that it's me you should be thinking about. It's me you should be worrying about.
Cuz you don't know when I might dissapear.

I wish..that this could all dissolve
mean nothing, mean something.
But everything is beautiful when you..
you come into the room. You tear down my barriers.
Meant to shield me from the very thing I fear,
the only thing I want to taste on my tongue.
The curiosity only builds up in my thoughts,
and they are coming to get what they want. These men, they're dangerous.
They read your mind. They hear your soul.
They came along with nothing better to do. They just pull you away.
Come back. Come back.
I need you to think of me. So I can remember.
What it's like to be whole.
What it's like to have feelings.
And not to be hollow like I am now.
Hollow and selfish. Hollow and such a bore.
Hollow with no feelings, and no heart that you can ignore.