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A frame, a parallel life that you left for me
Scripted into a story of my own apathy
I taste the ink
In a rut
Stop motion stutters my senses
Let me go
So I can gather up what's left
(Just give me another chance)
To breathe
You let me drown just to bring me back
Numb in my shell with nothing left to give
In a rut
Stop motion stutters my senses
Let me go
So I can gather up what's left
