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touchy subject matter.

Its about my friend who was...yeah. read. you'll get it.

I tried not to be too abstract.

up against a wall
concrete sinking in your skin
flailing like you're drowning
these paper walls and empty glasses

lined up upon a canopy
watching as he takes from you
the only thing you ever had
but nothing that you wanted.

Scream baby sing;
Maybe the bolts will break away
like his hands around your wrists
its like you're drowning, drowning.

Scream baby sing;
But no cares to listen
when they're not resisting
and you're drowning, drowning

'Clean up you dirty mess',
paint over your dark circles
and beautiful don't forget
to cover your emotions.

your make-up drops onto the ground
bruised from your wrists
against these wooden posts
Another time around.

Scream baby sing;
Maybe the bolts will break away
like his hands around your wrists
its like you're drowning, drowning.

Scream baby sing;
But no cares to listen
when they're not resisting
and you're drowning, drowning