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Chip away at my heart —what blood has flowed from my veins Shift away from my eyes —I punish myself in all the little ways
Save me from my hands —what selfless kindness have I forsaken? Love me with your most meager haze —I punish myself in all the little ways
A step in the dark often taken to a fruition of a mistake A thought said without care is often a grave I'll fall in A fixture of mind is often a cage I lock myself behind A fear of silence and being forgotten is often a driving force to act out
Lift my soul to the heavens —what pieces of me I cut from my binds Change my face to carve out a smile —I punish myself in all the little ways
Scrawl my destiny on sands ashore —what clue should I have known about where I will fall Raze my esteem to meager fires and daze —I punish myself in all the little ways
So, darling, stop me before I kill myself with my thoughts —what matters of heart would eventually curse my days Kill me first with my dreams so that I wouldn't have to punish myself in all the little ways
