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Thirteen times I went to the well
To draw my thoughts, I'll gather and tell
Like bricks that I've laid to build my life
Those that crumbled only caused me strife

Thoughts became words, cast into the sea
But they returned, always haunting me
Like a severed arm washed up on the shore
I just don't think I can give anymore

Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?

Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, you still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive

At thirteen I started down this path
Fueled with anger, music was my wrath
Years of clawing at scars that never healed
Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real

I can't get out; I can't jump out
Too much to face; I can't erase

Thirteen times I went to the well
To draw my thoughts, I'll gather and tell
Like bricks that I've laid to build my life
Those that crumbled only caused me strife

Thoughts became words, cast into the sea
But they returned, always haunting me
Like a severed arm washed up on the shore
I just don't think I can give anymore

Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?

Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, you still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive

At thirteen I started down this path
Fueled with anger, music was my wrath
Years of clawing at scars that never healed
Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real

I can't get out; I can't jump out
Too much to face; I can't erase

Thirteen times I went to the well

To draw my thoughts, I'll gather and tell

Like bricks that I've laid to build my life

Those that crumbled only caused me strife


Thoughts became words, cast into the sea

But they returned, always haunting me

Like a severed arm washed up on the shore

I just don't think I can give anymore


Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?

Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?


Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me

After everything, you still want me to bleed

Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes

Because I stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive


At thirteen I started down this path

Fueled with anger, music was my wrath

Years of clawing at scars that never healed

Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real


I can't get out; I can't jump out

Too much to face; I can't erase

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