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Track Name: The Rhyme
Hold your breath, while you watch me fall.
It's easier to say nothing at all.
I need a friend, playing pretend's not working.
These pills are useless and the shadows keep lurking.

Let me go, there's nothing left inside.
To run and hide is all I know to survive.
The nightmare won't end, this life grows colder.
Come wake me up when it's all over.

Some of us made it, but no one deserved it.
I'm silent, I'm screaming. Sticks and stones was the
rhyme that they taught us to fight off our monsters,
to help numb the darkness. But what they forgot was

is you don't need to break my bones for you to break me.
The voices won't stop, don't let me be alone.
Please someone, I just wanna' go back home.

Lock the door, I'm rotting in my room.
I hope tomorrow doesn't come too soon.
My tears ran dry, my heart's suffocating.
The bruises and I are slowly fading.

Make it stop, there's whispers in my head.
The mirrors echo everything they've said.
To rise and shine is so hard to do
when all the light has been taken from you.

Some of us made it, but no one deserved it.
I'm silent, I'm screaming. Sticks and stones was the
rhyme that they taught us to fight off our monsters,
to help numb the darkness. But what they forgot was

is you don't need to break my bones for you to break me.
The voices won't stop, don't let me be alone.
Please someone, I just wanna' go back home.

I remember every story they wrote on my back.
Bruises like words tattooed into my skin in blue and black ink.
I remember every kitchen sink surgery where family had to stitch me back together.
I remember every happily ever after that never came to pass.

We didn't go to school in fairy tales.
We went to school in all the gory details of a horror story while monsters made us victims of their comedy
We, the recipients of their punch lines they hung insults around our necks like signs inviting anyone to join in.
Their words were invisible ink that they tattooed upon our skin.

Some of us made it, but no one deserved it.
I'm silent, I'm screaming. Sticks and stones was the
rhyme that they taught us to fight off our monsters,
to help numb the darkness. But what they forgot was

is you don't need to break my bones for you to break me.
The voices won't stop, don't let me be alone.
Please someone, I just wanna' go back -.

I know that I'm stronger, broken heart of a fighter.
My scars remind me that I'm a survivor.
This life is a tough game and I don't wanna' play it.
I'm reaching for a hand, help me make it.

But it's too much, so I give up,
just please don't hate me.
My letter's on the pillow, with a kiss goodbye.
I'm sorry, Mom. But I promise that I tried.