Don't be to near to me,
But don't leave me here.
These scars adhere to this life of mine
How can this be?
I'm stuck in this mess without a plan,
And I can't make some kind of sanity
To make it all better even for a little while.
'Cause I'm breaking free from your cold dead hearts,
Your cold dead hands,
that do the things that make you man.
I'm breaking free, breaking free.
My life is all,
All but sane.
How can I
Make You mine?
I'm stuck in this mess without a plan,
And I can't make some kind of sanity
To make it all better even for a little while.
'Cause I'm breaking free, I'll never be the same.
Your white-washed walls won't do a thing
To save my soul from everything, anything.
I'm breaking free, breaking free.
'Cause I'm breaking free from your cold dead hands,
that do the things that make you man.
From your cold dead hearts,
With white walls that chain you down.
I'm breaking free, breaking free.
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