Walls are getting higher and higher. I might not get out. I might live here forever. I might not escape. I might be this forever. Can you pass me the rope? I might use it to climb. I might use it around my neck. Maybe I'll be here forever, forever, forever.
No windows, no doors.
I might be this forever.
I might be at the other end of this world. Alone.
I'm sorry I can't do this alone. I tried. I can't.
I'm going to do it again.

I just want to wrap myself and fucking weep. For days, months, years.

Fuck.






She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, She’s a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
But I won't let this build up inside of me

A catch in my throat choke
Torn into pieces
I won't, no!
I don't wanna be this...
But I won't let this build up inside of me

She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real

-Slipknot Vermillion part 2

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