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i'm sick, i think i'm sick
sometimes i think i get like this
i bite my tongue, i clench my fist
resist at first, and then reverse
the night knows me by name
it's shadow trained to dull the pain
and all the black begins to blur
resist at first, and then immerse
it tires me it, makes me sad
to think of all the nights i've had
eyes shut tightly, i shut down
won't be that much longer now
in the quiet, in the dark
all my ideals fall apart
when they come for me again
resist with everything i am

life's a war. you pick your fight.
i think mine picks me first most nights.
if i should wake before i die
then promise me you'll never get this sick inside.