The sky says things that only I can hear.
Sometimes when I'm sober, the voices, they appear. They lead me toward the little stars that say drink away your fears. Sometimes I believe them when it's dark and I can see them.
Seeing is believing but my beliefs have turn to fears, and now I fear that even I am after myself.
The dark can only hold so much, but I am drowning in what is left.
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