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Relieve me of this tourniquet

Just let me bleed myself to death

Then when I'm empty, inflate me

This way I won't have to feel pain

At least I won't be lying when I say I feel hollow

"Cause, I feel hollow"



Close lipped, you supply no emotion

Not to be confused with the lack of devotion

Cause I'm giving you all that I can

And if thats not enough for you, then

I'm not sorry



Spill your hurt

Though cracked, I can take it

Are these your words

Or worse, someone else's being recited

If so, I won't listen, cause

Sincerity has nothing to do with what's given

Serenity isn't only found in Heaven just the same



I have not a clue to what tomorrow has to offer me

Maybe relief from this slow and painful strangle



Close lipped, you supply no emotion

Not to be confused with the lack of devotion

Cause I'm giving you all that I can

And if that's not enough for you, then

I'm not sorry



I am not sorry

I feel hollow

I am not sorry

I have not a clue of what to do

Though tomorrow will teach me



Relieve me of this tourniquet

Spill your hurt