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Inner Peace
Staring at the bottom of a glass
Has become all too familiar

This empty void it needs to be filled
And I'm happy to oblige
The lock clicks as the clock strikes five
As I stagger through a dark hallway

I reach the foot of the bed
To bury myself in the sheets
Why the fuck am I doing this again
Why the fuck am I so weak

Why the fuck am I doing this

Don't let it rise
Keep it locked inside
More blurry nights and bloodshot eyes
I won't find inner peace tonight

I won't find inner peace tonight