It sits in silence, eats away at me.
It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea.
Pulling teeth, wolves at my door.
Now falling and failing is all I know.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings, now I’ll count this curse.
The only thing I really know: I can’t sleep at night.
I’m buried and breathing in regret.
– Chelsea Smile, Bring Me the Horizon
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