I feel it all, over and over
I envy the way that people mourn.
I just stop, and I stay there.
I feel like everything that has ever happened to me, happened yesterday.
No matter how far back I go, it's all new to me.
I never let myself feel anything. So I feel it all, over and over.
I never let myself feel anything. So I feel it all, over and over.
I keep my wounds wide open, the blood never quite stops.
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