So, I locked the windows and the doors
A walk amongst the first light
The crisp air might help me clear my mind
But, I feel the migraine getting worse
An unholy resurrection
Self-doubt and grave depression back to life
I see, a face
Break through the cracks now
Into, this place
I’ve made my hideout
I see, he looks, like me
And I think I’m going under
I think I’m going under again
I made my way into the park
The city is still sleeping
And the stars are getting ready to depart
Then, in the distance I see
The bridge over the river
I wonder why I hear it calling me
I see, a face
Break through the cracks now
Into, this place
I’ve made my hideout
I see, he looks, like me
And I think I’m going under
I think I’m going under again
I know what’s coming as I step up to the edge
I feel it like a pressure on the back of my head
My palms are sweating but my heart has let go
Into the rushing water
Into the icy river below
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