Exposure Therapy from The Tower by Surface Wounds

I spend my nights searching
For the break in the chain
That hides past my eyes
And keeps me awake
You can take this
As an attempt to pray
As if it’s done me
Any good, anyway

I harbour resentment for the sun
By it’s rise, the damage is done
The deprivation makes me face
Everything I would rather erase
For all I let slip through the cracks
I bid my time and I want it back

Another night turning
In my grave
A chance at rest has
Gone to waste
I’m forced confront
What brings me pain

I take solace in the fact
That lying awake
Keeps me attached,
Dwelling on what
I can’t take back
Memories are all I have

A single arrow sent
From the quiver in
my aching voice
Now I’m begging

I want it all
To turn black

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