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High Strung

by | Jun 4, 2022

My mind is racing
I am beading with sweat
Dead is the soul
Who wants to forget

Drunk in the madness
Can’t remember your face
Just another memory
Lost in its place

I must carry on
As I come undone
With bloodshot eyes
I’ve barely begun

Pain set aside
My hands in my hair
Pulling, scratching
Gasping for air

I want to be mine again
It doesn’t make sense
Bullet bounced off
My head is too dense

I can’t go away
I can’t disappear
A ball and a chain
Are holding me here

Prisonless walls
Prevent me to run
But where would I go
I’ve got to be done

This time I’m deep
As deep as hell goes
I’ll surpass the Devil
In the world of unknown

It hurts I can’t have you
When I need you the most
I sense but don’t see
I’m not even a ghost

Pressure sets in
My nerves are so tight
High strung like crazy
Don’t give me a knife

I’m hot and I’m cold
At the same time
I’m covered in stress
And I don’t know why

Nightmares and daydreams
Race through my head
Suspended in time
By a thin little thread

It’s finally over
I collapse on the floor
No time to relax
She’s begging for more

High strung or not
I quickly give in
Lost in my world
A world full of sin

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