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What was it that kept you up all night again?
What was it that contorted your insides into a messy tangle of disorder?

You think I’m losing my mind.

You could be right.

It’s in the words you won't write.
And the pictures you won't paint.

Stop screaming.
I know you’re hopelessly lost.

What was it that was playing on your mind as you tossed around the empty sand?

Mirrors and walls aren’t going to give you answers.
Or solutions.

Neither is the blood on your wrist.

Straighten your shoulders.
Hold up your head.

Now follow the cold shiver running up your spine.

I think I’m losing your mind.

Maybe I’m right.

These answers are less complicated than you'd like to believe.

Still building,
Then burning down love,
Burning down love -
And when I go there,
I go there with you