Bill Litshauer, Olivia Zielinski
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fiogf49gjkf0d Even when the wound is gone
there's still so much pain
Even when the memories of tragedies are lost
They just barely escape
You put it all on display
You put it all on the plate
And now they want to see
Just what you are
I won't find you now
Comfort in a strange place
Struggle but still dragged down
Underneath the waves break
You tell yourself lies and lies
If it makes it easier
You feel that the truth can sometimes be
So much scarier
I won't find you now
Comfort in a strange place
Struggle but still dragged down
Underneath the waves break
As you twist every beautiful flower you see
You are taken back by the sound as their head drops to the floor
If seduces self indulgent ego to carve its name in wood and call it art
I won't find you now
Comfort in a strange place
Struggle but still dragged down
Underneath the waves break
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