a trustworthy liar whose voice is growing weak

VERSE ONE:
sun soaks through my veins
my thoughts are slightly stained
but I still bare about ten pounds of pain
tracing tiny scars
from what I once called art
observing children falling from the stars
trapped in wasted time
avoiding the love in our minds
hurting lives just to steal but one more dime

CHORUS:
this world is a PAIN FEST
a contest of whose heart is SMALLER
when everyone deserves to bleed
not a single soul steps forward

VERSE TWO:
put your money in the hat
pick up your knife
you may need that
just pretend you don't care
don't bother putting on a show
don't blink because everyone knows
you've never breathed air

CHORUS:
this world is a PAIN FEST
a contest of whose heart is SMALLER
when everyone deserves to bleed
not a single soul steps forward

VERSE THREE:
you might as well swallow hard
and tumble into the void
willingly and drop your heart
there's no such thing as logical joy

BRIDGE:
no more stories to tell
it's all over
we're going to Hell

CHORUS:
this world is a pain fest
a contest of whose heart is smaller
when everyone deserves to bleed
I volunteer

Author's Note

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