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I know, I know that I'm broken.
I can't play pretend, not now at least.
It's been hard getting here, by that, I plainly mean not being dead.
No more seeing nothing but red.

The puddles soaked through the blanket, every tear caught up in the fabric. 
I let it happen, and I haven't been right since.
Lost, what an understatement, I'm so gone I'm in space floating through the so called infinite void...

My heart's holding on, it's her - her - or her.
I never chased like I did the last, not until seven years took all I had left. 
Thinking, and thinking, then thinking some more.
I know what I'm fighting for, but I still can't kick the thought they'd all be better off with me dead.