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Breathe, rip myself away from sleep Stare at a hole through the ceiling I trace all the valleys I have in my mind Then repeat, I see different shape from all the lack of sleep Just thinking what the hell is wrong with me? Have I lost my mind? Tear down my walls and be real again When I look in your eyes, I can feel again I couldn't trust anyone, 'cause I'm too fucking cynical Too many bruises on my chest Too much weight and not enough progress You run through my mind again As you take all this weight off of my chest You stitch up the wounds I thought would never close Please don't be the eye of the storm, eye of the storm Tear down my walls and be real again When I look in your eyes, I can feel again Tear down my walls and be real again With my hands in your hands, I can feel again Not stuck in the cycle anymore Please don't be the eye of the storm Not stuck in the frame I was before Please don't be the eye of the storm I can't be a hurricane, 'cause I know you will be the same You got me break away from this frame, from this frame Not stuck in the cycle anymore Please don't be the eye of the storm Not stuck in the frame I was before Please don't be the eye of the storm