Blood veins like red ribbons across these pale walls,
Cracked torn and imperfections all around,
And every earth-quake like wave that shakes these walls with every heartbeat,
Pounding fast as I run,
Fearing,
The world is out to get me,
I can't guarentee I'll still be breathing when the clock strikes twelve,
and I can't admit everything I'm feeling is surely real,
I can't be saved and certainly not worth your pity,
It will never be the same for you,
or will it?
I can't live in this made up story,
and I can't guarentee my life,
Tonight at Midnight.
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