Break the Walls

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***this has been edited to sound better as lyrics



verse one:
I’m sitting in a plain white room,
filled with all my favorite things
Hard booze and lots of smoke
But even with the door closed
The pain won’t stay outside

verse two:
It’s rising up, filling up,
all the empty spaces
No, that’s not enough
I’m drowning in the pain
how much smokes gonna fill my head
before it’ll get the hell out

Chorus:
Break the walls and limitations
breathe in that sweet, sweet, smoke
and swim through cloudy vision
the floor drops and I’m falling(falling)
there’s no one here this time

verse three:
Find a corner in this circle room
Curl up among the empty bottles
Light a joint to try and
Close the door and escape
From the ghosts haunting my past

chorus:
Break the walls and limitations
breathe in that sweet, sweet, smoke
and swim through cloudy vision
the floor drops and I’m falling(falling)
there’s no one here this time

bridge:
The voices are starting to shout all around
inside my head, arguing, shouting
too much now, time to give them what they want
just another drink to keep them quiet and
one more little puff to muffle the sounds

chorus:
Break the walls and limitations
breathe in that sweet, sweet, smoke
and swim through cloudy vision
the floor drops and I’m falling(falling)
there’s no one here this time
no one here
no one here
no one here…




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I liked it alot, and with lyrics like those you could put any kind of beat or instruments to it and it would sound goood (lyrics like that are hard to come by). It was haunting and memorable, thanks for the experience!

- XoXo HaliiFaye



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