5 February 2013

I'm getting good at living With crushed and broken limbs, Paper cuts on fingertips, Split and bleeding lips.

I've learned to cope with hunger, I've learned to cope with pain, I've learned enough to know You're never coming home again.

I'm getting good at suffocating, Being buried alive, Somehow through it all I've managed to survive.

I've learned to cope with hunger, I've learned to cope with pain, I've learned enough to know You're never coming back again.

I'm getting good at dying, Of slowly bleeding out, I'm cold and lonely here my dear, I'm sorry if I doubt.

I've learned to cope with hunger, I've learned to cope with pain, I've learned enough to know You're never coming back again.

I hold on to a hope of love, That maybe you'll return, I need you, want you here my dear, You're the cure for which I yearn.

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