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They come in the night
Through withered dark spaces
Chain me to nothing
Hold me back from tomorrow
36 reasons
Not to live anymore
And only two reasons against it:
These words and cookie dough
Shadowy figures can stand up against me
But never may they be real
Disconnected from the outside world
Sweep me off my feet
Bedside tables counting twelve
Ethan’s brand new job
And two plus two might equal four
But four minus four is always nothing
Nothing is anything
But I am everything
So pack your bags
And say goodbye
‘Cause this is my world
And it’s all that I have left