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Cam is showing me there's hope in my words

But Jordan is showing me the beauty behind death

Their words alone are keeping me alive

And the pain in their voices strengthen my drive

But the truth of all this life is waking me from my slumber

And now in this sleep deprived state I'm left to wonder

Is this hope and beauty worth not being able to sleep at night

Is it worth not being able to smile

Is it worth pretending like I'm happy when I'd rather be dead

But dead as in the metaphor for sleep

Sleep is what I mean

No, sleep is what I need

Cause in my sleep I'm able to dream

And for the first time in years I'm holding onto my dreams

I've lived a life of insomniac suffering

Without ever being able to imagine a world where I come out on top

I still don't see the light and I still can't sleep at night

But through this strife that I call this bitter life I want to be free

Not free from any one situation or person but from me

Smith and Dreyer are keeping me up at night

But not sleeping as in sleep

I mean sleeping as a metaphor that I cannot see

So I should be thanking them

For keeping me from my dreams

So we will write our words in blood

Open up our broken hearts to love

We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes

But these words make the pain easier to take

Their words a silent riot screaming truth to my deprived appetite

Appealing to my need for growth

While creating perspective to the depth of my emotion

Understanding where I need to be, burdens where I am

But by understanding where I am, I admit defeat

I know that my purpose shouldn't be defined by what I lack

But rather my drive to prove to others that I can do the things they say I can't

These bruises aren't worth the weight on our skin as they are in our minds

Yet we let these words define the creative process in hopes to make others feel they way we do

Those whispered words wisely state

That the meaning of pain is a metaphor of the art we want to create

So we will write our words in blood

Open up our broken hearts to love

We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes

But these words make the pain easier to take

Their shattered and solace shouts are suffocating my doubt

Creating a melodic healing process through pain

That allows me to make sense of my own

They allow me to make sense of my own

Their shattered and solace shouts are deafening my ears while healing my heart

And if it wasn't for the ringing in my head I might never have been torn apart

I might never

I might never

Be whole, again

So we will write our words in blood

Open up our broken hearts to love

We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes

But these words make the pain easier to take

So we will write our words in blood

Open up our broken hearts to love

We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes

But these words make the pain easier to take