White is the color of my wildest dreams, Like the pills I took for my self esteem. The past is bold, but I'm righting the wrongs, As I bang my head to disposable songs. I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned. I need to regild, Revise the chapters that I've turned.
Call off the hunt, Call off the search. I saw it poised, I saw it perched. Like a subtle dove, On the shoulder of another man's worth.
Clear as the writing on the wall, I always knew that this was my fault. Voices coming from the hall, telling me to take the fall.
Clear as the writing on the wall, I always knew that this was my fault. Standing still, I felt distraught. My guts are tied up in a knot.
The vial I keep my hardships in irritates my skin, It's filled to the brim. This fucking place has severed my limbs, On testing grounds of sink or swim.
I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned. I need to regild, Revise the chapters that I've turned.
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