Trap Door by Circus Trees

there’s a scar on my hand and I don’t know what for
and I still don’t understand oh it wasn’t there before
distracted by the bruised up body Ignore
cause every time I rise i’ll fall to the ground floor
and brother should I keep on beating my self
and sisters i’m not that strong I need your help

brother should i keep on beating myself
and sister i’m not that strong i need your help

cause i’m falling through the trap door
and don’t stop me not anymore
oh just use me like your sycamore
and abuse me so I don’t grow more

and I might be well enough to crawl
so I drag myself down the hall
and you told me I should stand tall
and you’re worried that i’m not at all

and i’m waiting oh to hit the ground
cause I know i’m oh so death bound
and you wait for me to come around
but i’m so close oh i’m going down

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