By popular demand you fall to waste again
Brought to the execution by a friend
The guilt is wearing down the defense, and gearing up your same old reasons
Allowing you to relive the same old day
I can see the pain living inside you
I can see the change standing beside you
Lean on me this time
Somehow you slip behind and go on your way
Somewhere inside you'll find a place to make this stay
For now it's wearing down the defense, deconstructing every pretense
Crawling up your spine and watching you decay
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