Disgrace

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I had that dream again
Where my feet were made from lead
Drowning in the sheets and sweat that's soaking my bed
No one to pull me out
To keep me safe and sound
Even if there was, they'd watch me sink, no doubt

Hit my head on my fall from grace
So when I land bury me in my disgrace
Lay your flowers down in loving memory
And hope they speak well of who I used to be

Finding ways to isolate myself again
Lie awake because I'm scared of my own head
No one to pull me out
To keep me safe and sound
To grab my hand before I hit the ground

Hit my head on my fall from grace
So when I land bury me in my disgrace
Lay your flowers down in loving memory
And hope they speak well of who I used to be

No one to pull me out
To keep me safe and sound
I know the world is out to get me now

Hit my head on my fall from grace
So when I land bury me in my disgrace
Lay your flowers down in loving memory
And hope they speak well of who I used to be