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I was a dreamer before I was a junkie
I was a believer before my nose was bloody
It's the return to purity. I'm flushing the drugs again
Reviving the child in me. I'm finding my innocence

Cause these wounds won't heal if I keep picking at 'em
And yanking out these stitches from under my skin
I've been lost for years, and losing all my battles
I'm tearing up that chapter. It's time that I win

My thoughts were on the music, not worried if the plug's sleep
Was chasing the Reaper for so long that I don't think she wants me
Voids never get filled, so I poured cups to the brim to see how it would feel
Cuts didn't stay sealed, so I crushed pills for the nose when the script would fill

Everyone said that it wasn't worth it
I thought they were ignorant. I'm a mess and just want to purchase
Relief from this fuckin' hurt in my chest. Am I undeservin'?
My seratonin is lessening, but I heard this
Powder could give me more than adrenaline or some courage
Having happiness for a few seconds would still be perfect
Like yesterday, I remember the rush
It burned into my head
But it was a curse 'cause I stressed 'til my stomach clenched
And I'd sweat so much from the nervousness
And you don't know you're dependent 'cause you're impervious.
Or so you thought. That illusion gets shattered. You're glued to the mattress
Confused at the facts. The Bad News: You're an Addict
Ten years go by and you're used to the madness
But eventually get tired and prove that you've had it
I'm done. I swear to God that I'm done
I promise you, this life isn't fun

It's the return to purity. I'm flushing the drugs again
Reviving the child in me. I'm finding my innocence

Cause these wounds won't heal if I keep picking at 'em
And yanking out these stitches from under my skin
I've been lost for years, and losing all my battles
I'm tearing up that chapter. It's time that I win

I was a dreamer before I was a junkie
I was a believer before my nose was bloody

I am a dreamer
Endless Solitude

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