What you say... hey Comin' into somethin' that leave you empty, something so strong What you play... hey Comin' outta nothing that leave you bleedin', bleedin' so long Can you feel my hand on your shoulder? Can you feel yourself growin' colder? Something' outta nothing, a private bleeding, bleeding gone wrong Where you gone, man? Everything or nothing, the price to find out where you belong Did you feel your light growing dimmer? Did you feel your soul growing thinner? Something outta nothing, a private bleeding Bleeding gone wrong Something outta nothing I scream, through one-sided conversation As simplicity descends to dash the complicataion I explode with self-inflicted wounds I explode, a self-inflicted fool And now I bleed through the mourning after I bleed so you will believe I bleed Bleed through the mourning after You know I'd take you with me if I could If I could
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