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Toxic Elevator
At the top floor I wait to hit the bottom in this Toxic Elevator. This Penthouse hell sucks so much without you. I could start swearing but I'm not, this is not your fault. It all belongs to me my bad choices have bothered me before but will this one ever stop? I wana talk but there's never a good time at least for you. the worst part is thinking that when we do I'll crumble and shutter back. Not saying how I really feel is what I fear most. When can I sing a new song. Is there anyone out there who feels like me. Right now I doubt that anyone does. This halfway point of my life burns so bad right now. Needing that fire to be extinguished but none know how. This Toxic Elevator That I ride all day every day. This pain going in my veins busting out through my eyes from my ear's and under my nails even my mouth. so tired of my endeavors that I suffer day to day. I've been alone desolate I have got to find a way to get over this. When we talk I get so mad thanks to your unprofound trivial thoughts on us. At the top floor I wait to hit the bottom in this Toxic Elevator. This Penthouse hell sucks so much without you. I could start swearing but I'm not, this is not your fault. It all belongs to me my bad choices have bothered me before but will this one ever stop? I wana talk but there's never a good time at least for you. the worst part is thinking that when we do I'll crumble and shutter back. Not saying how I really feel is what I fear most.
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