Most days, with you, seem to start the same.
With you, asking, "how do you feel, today?"
And I don't know, if I feel, the same.
In so, many, ways.
Most days, I can't remember the end.
But the story, seems to start, the same.
I feel like, a bird with clipped wings.
That's trapped, in a cage, that I made.
I promised, myself it's a new chapter.
But the page, always looks, the same.
And my pain, needs to be, numbed.
It's hard to, escape what I've, become.
I know, when I let go.
My scars, run too deep.
I try, to hide.
In my, pipe dreams.
And one day, I will look, into your eyes.
And it will be, for the last, time.
I hope, I can feel it when you say, goodbye.
I can't, hold on to you,
Cos I'm gripped, to the high.
And now, even in the day, it's goodnight.
Cos all I've got, are these, hollow highs.
And In-between, all of these, goodbyes.
I'm left, with my, hollow, highs.
And there, are days where I really try.
To be clean, just a bit longer this time.
But these, hollow highs leads to goodbyes.
Love's a tether, but you're learning to fly.
And you, hold on tight as the edges fray,
But I know, it's a matter of time before you slip away.
I'll remain, in the cycle where love can't stay.
So I lay, on my side and watch you fly away.
I know, when I let go.
My nightmares, start to creep.
I try, too hide.
In my, pipe, dreams.
And one day, I will look, into your eyes.
And it will be, for the last, time.
I hope, I can feel it when you say, goodbye.
I can't, hold on to you,
Cos I'm gripped, to the high.
And now, even in the day, it's goodnight.
Cos all I've got, are these, hollow highs.
And In-between, all of these, goodbyes.
I'm left, with my, hollow, highs.
Now, all I am, is a ghost,
In a house of, broken dreams.
Chained, to this nightmare,
Of getting what, I need.
But I kiss, the needle,
Before I find, some peace.
But each hit, tightens the noose,
Leaving, no release.
A cycle of getting clean,
But every time, I try.
The mountain becomes,
A bigger climb.
But there's always,
Next time.
After this, last,
Hollow, high.
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English
Most days, with you, seem to start the same.
With you, asking, "how do you feel, today?"
And I don't know, if I feel, the same.
In so, many, ways.
Most days, I can't remember the end.
But the story, seems to start, the same.
I feel like, a bird with clipped wings.
That's trapped, in a cage, that I made.
I promised, myself it's a new chapter.
But the page, always looks, the same.
And my pain, needs to be, numbed.
It's hard to, escape what I've, become.
I know, when I let go.
My scars, run too deep.
I try, to hide.
In my, pipe dreams.
And one day, I will look, into your eyes.
And it will be, for the last, time.
I hope, I can feel it when you say, goodbye.
I can't, hold on to you,
Cos I'm gripped, to the high.
And now, even in the day, it's goodnight.
Cos all I've got, are these, hollow highs.
And In-between, all of these, goodbyes.
I'm left, with my, hollow, highs.
And there, are days where I really try.
To be clean, just a bit longer this time.
But these, hollow highs leads to goodbyes.
Love's a tether, but you're learning to fly.
And you, hold on tight as the edges fray,
But I know, it's a matter of time before you slip away.
I'll remain, in the cycle where love can't stay.
So I lay, on my side and watch you fly away.
I know, when I let go.
My nightmares, start to creep.
I try, too hide.
In my, pipe, dreams.
And one day, I will look, into your eyes.
And it will be, for the last, time.
I hope, I can feel it when you say, goodbye.
I can't, hold on to you,
Cos I'm gripped, to the high.
And now, even in the day, it's goodnight.
Cos all I've got, are these, hollow highs.
And In-between, all of these, goodbyes.
I'm left, with my, hollow, highs.
Now, all I am, is a ghost,
In a house of, broken dreams.
Chained, to this nightmare,
Of getting what, I need.
But I kiss, the needle,
Before I find, some peace.
But each hit, tightens the noose,
Leaving, no release.
A cycle of getting clean,
But every time, I try.
The mountain becomes,
A bigger climb.
But there's always,
Next time.
After this, last,
Hollow, high.
With you, asking, "how do you feel, today?"
And I don't know, if I feel, the same.
In so, many, ways.
Most days, I can't remember the end.
But the story, seems to start, the same.
I feel like, a bird with clipped wings.
That's trapped, in a cage, that I made.
I promised, myself it's a new chapter.
But the page, always looks, the same.
And my pain, needs to be, numbed.
It's hard to, escape what I've, become.
I know, when I let go.
My scars, run too deep.
I try, to hide.
In my, pipe dreams.
And one day, I will look, into your eyes.
And it will be, for the last, time.
I hope, I can feel it when you say, goodbye.
I can't, hold on to you,
Cos I'm gripped, to the high.
And now, even in the day, it's goodnight.
Cos all I've got, are these, hollow highs.
And In-between, all of these, goodbyes.
I'm left, with my, hollow, highs.
And there, are days where I really try.
To be clean, just a bit longer this time.
But these, hollow highs leads to goodbyes.
Love's a tether, but you're learning to fly.
And you, hold on tight as the edges fray,
But I know, it's a matter of time before you slip away.
I'll remain, in the cycle where love can't stay.
So I lay, on my side and watch you fly away.
I know, when I let go.
My nightmares, start to creep.
I try, too hide.
In my, pipe, dreams.
And one day, I will look, into your eyes.
And it will be, for the last, time.
I hope, I can feel it when you say, goodbye.
I can't, hold on to you,
Cos I'm gripped, to the high.
And now, even in the day, it's goodnight.
Cos all I've got, are these, hollow highs.
And In-between, all of these, goodbyes.
I'm left, with my, hollow, highs.
Now, all I am, is a ghost,
In a house of, broken dreams.
Chained, to this nightmare,
Of getting what, I need.
But I kiss, the needle,
Before I find, some peace.
But each hit, tightens the noose,
Leaving, no release.
A cycle of getting clean,
But every time, I try.
The mountain becomes,
A bigger climb.
But there's always,
Next time.
After this, last,
Hollow, high.
Writer: Paul Moroney
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