In Luna's Garden - emo song!

If you couldn't get up, would I stop to help?
At the bottom where I'm held, I don't even know
I promise I still have a heart
Somewhere deep in there
Might just be the start of finding what I love
(one, two, three, four)
I'll break down and build myself up
I'm crushed now smiling through it all
Timid and hysterical, my thoughts haunting my dreams
Reject reality and spend the week in bed
And I'm pleading with you here, don't give up on me
An empty and hardened shell, responsible and all
(One, two, three, four)
When the lines look just right and this world starts to make sense
I'm gonna lock down on myself to protect my fragile brain
And then I'll sit here alone, and refuse to ever change
I guess I'll die here alone, cus I refuse to ever change
The streets these days remind me of a foul or monstrous beast
Like a psychopath on the brink of a murder, clenching up his teeth
But none of that really matters now, I haven't seen the sun in weeks
And I'm not even talking now, I'll just keep on
When the lines look just right and this world starts to make sense
I'm gonna lock down on myself to protect my fragile brain
And then I'll sit here alone, and refuse to ever change
I guess I'll die here alone, cus I refuse to ever change
(Not like this god)
Is this how I go out pathetic and crying?
(Not like this god)
A deceptive formation for all your ideals
(Not like this god)
I know that I'm wrong now but how do I leave
(Not like this god)
Deep and down, down I go
(Ba, ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba da da da, ba da da ba)
(Ba da da ba, ba da da, ba da da ba da ba da da da ba da, ba da da ba, ba da da, ba Da da)
(Ba ba da da da ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba da ba ba da)

Written by:
Tucker Coughlin

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