I know how it feels
When the flames
From the bridges
To the future stings
Stopped counting all greater things
That I could or would have been
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All hope for me is dead and gone
The bottom feels like solid ground
Mixed with the mud and bones below
At the bottom but in vertigo
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I'm that orange cat
Saying "hang in there"
On the poster
Hanging on your wall
Blu tack getting old I'm losing grip
Not hanging on to anything at all