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Hear you whisper to me from a darkened room
These echos left inside my head won't end 'til they consume me
I hear you callin', I hear you callin' me out
You keep on takin', you keep on takin' me down

I know, I walk on a tight rope
Nervous shaking in my legs has got me lookin' psycho (psycho)
I feel you comin', I feel you comin' around
To you I'm nothin'

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I feel it start to slip
It seems to be a habit
I'm closer to the edge than I have ever been

Maybe I am cursed, maybe I am gifted
Something tore inside of me, now everything has shifted
I've been feelin' twisted
I've been feelin' twisted
Call me paranoid, call it my addiction
But I could lose my head with just a little bit of friction
I've been feelin' twisted
No, I've been feelin' twisted

I entertain the thoughts that always seemed to walk alone
I hardly notice as my fingers turn to icy tones
They say they'll hold me, they wanna own me
But in the end the feeling's lonely

(I wait too long) Oh, tell 'em no, go on tell 'em no
(I wait too long) Now they open up all the doors I own
(I wait too long) Step out just to breathe
You don't see what I see
What's real to you don't seem too real to me

I feel it start to slip (and I know that)
It seems to be a habit (and I see that)
I'm closer to the edge than I have ever been

Maybe I am cursed, maybe I am gifted
Something tore inside of me, now everything has shifted
I've been feelin' twisted
I've been feelin' twisted
Call me paranoid, call it my addiction
I could lose my head with just a little bit of friction
I've been feelin' twisted
Well, I've been feelin' twisted

I hide in places you can't see
But you know walls have eyes here
Watching the ones that lie here
They close, they close their eyes so they can breathe
Can't help but lose your mind here
Won't even know you died here, fade off

I stare right through a haze of pictures from before

As focus starts to fade there's nothing left to hold, hold
Hold

It's so cold, no
Oh, no, no
Oh, no, no
No, no

Call me paranoid, call it my addiction
But I could lose my head with just a little bit of friction
I've been feelin' twisted
No, I've been feelin' twisted

Writer(s): Alice Shaw

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