Lyrics
We have similar souls
We share similar inner essence or character.
Both craving control
Both of us desire control over our lives.
Never quite feeling whole
Neither of us feels completely fulfilled or complete.
Souls that can't be consoled
Our souls cannot find solace or comfort.
We have differing views
We hold different perspectives.
They changed as we grew
Our views have evolved over time.
Mine's gray yours is blue
My outlook is gray, while yours is blue.
Though I used to see like you
Although I used to perceive things similarly to you.
Used to shove myself into my shell
I used to withdraw into myself.
Tell everyone that I was doing so well
Presenting a facade of well-being to others.
As I silently wrote my farewells
Secretly composing my goodbyes.
So I won't let you burn inside that hell
I won't let you suffer in that torment.
So you will talk to me like it's fucking confession
You'll communicate with me as if confessing.
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
As if you're the teacher, and your thoughts are the lesson.
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
If you're alive, you're overcoming depression.
So let's just leave it at seven
Let's conclude it at seven.
You don't talk feelings
You avoid discussing emotions.
But yours are too much for one being
Your feelings are overwhelming for one person.
Just talk to me I'm pleading
Please talk to me; I beg you.
I swear I will get you healing
I promise to help you find healing.
You lock yourself inside a shell
You isolate yourself within.
And push them away with every yell
Pushing others away with each shout.
And you claim that you don't want help
You claim not to want assistance.
But I can't let sixteen be your farewell
I can't let sixteen be your final farewell.
So you will talk to me like it's fucking confession
You'll talk to me like it's a confession.
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
You're the teacher; your mind is the lesson.
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
If you're alive, you're triumphing over depression.
So let's just leave it at seven
Let's end it at seven.
You don't want help but it's what you need
You resist help, but it's what you require.
I promised your mom that you would succeed
I assured your mom you would succeed.
So I will help you until my hands bleed
I'll assist you until my hands bleed.
I will fix you until you hate me
I'll mend you even if it leads to resentment.
You don't want help but it's what you need
You resist help, but it's what you need.
I promised your mom that you would succeed
I promised your mom you would succeed.
So I will help you until my hands bleed
I'll assist you until my hands bleed.
I will fix you until you hate me
I'll mend you even if it leads to resentment.
So please
Please.
Talk to me like it's fucking confession
Talk to me like it's a confession.
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
You're the teacher; your mind is the lesson.
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
If you're alive, you're triumphing over depression.
So let's just leave it at seven
Let's end it at seven.
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