Addict of the Gallery (Paused)

[00:05.46] I play Russian roulette with my sleep every night
[00:08.51] Collecting more wrinkles underneath my eyes
[00:11.57] If only I could tell you how much I love
[00:14.58] The pain and the struggle
[00:15.91] I'm addicted to the sorrow
[00:17.57] Guess I turned something bad into something worse
[00:20.20] I'd rather be alone and maybe that's how this works
[00:23.25] I've gotten so used to the feeling of rejection
[00:26.14] Set myself up with these expectations
[00:28.85] God really likes to test me
[00:30.47] But the way I like to see it is
[00:32.07] More material, feeling low
[00:33.45] Taking scraps from destruction
[00:34.67] Building me up again
[00:35.77] Sculpted with melodies carved in the crevices
[00:38.18] But I stand alone
[00:39.33] Only to admire
[00:40.54] Never to touch
[00:41.38] Reach out with my hands
[00:42.36] But it never connects
[00:43.42] I'm a complicated mess that I've come to accept
[00:45.67] So go ahead and disappoint me
[00:47.92] I'll always feel isolated and lonely
[00:49.96] It's part of being a showpiece
[00:51.40] I'm addicted to the artistry
[00:53.67] I'm hanging up in a room full of silence
[00:56.93] Bleeding colors from the pain and the violence
[00:59.96] Don't I look so beautifully tragic?
[01:05.26] I'm hanging up like a dying bouquet
[01:08.51] Drying out like a half-eaten pastry
[01:11.59] Don't I look so beautifully tragic?
[01:15.63] I'm addicted to the gallery
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[01:23.02] Friends and family wonder what happened to me
[01:26.07] Constantly asking me, "Do you think you're happy?" No, I'm not
[01:30.72] But I'm happy to know the worse that I feel the more that I grow
[01:34.73] Migraines and bad days
[01:36.04] Madness and caffeine
[01:37.43] I welcome you with open arms and a handful of Advil
[01:40.69] It's hard to win it all
[01:42.09] But I'll never settle for less
[01:43.49] They say to live in the present but it's too hard to digest
[01:46.46] So I live for the future
[01:48.06] And for who I'll become
[01:49.33] But I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid of her now
[01:52.44] I think she wants to destroy me
[01:54.34] Piece by piece
[01:55.12] But man I can't wait to meet her
[01:56.47] She sounds just like poetry
[01:59.08] I'm hanging up in a room full of silence
[02:02.20] Bleeding colors from the pain and the violence
[02:05.64] Don't I look so beautifully tragic?
[02:10.60] I'm hanging up like a dying bouquet
[02:13.97] Drying out like a half-eaten pastry
[02:17.26] Don't I look so beautifully tragic?
[02:21.07] I'm addicted to the gallery
[02:22.67] Every inch of me is aching
[02:25.43] Knowing there's a space awaiting
[02:28.20] For me to fill
[02:31.03] In a gallery for bigger things
[02:33.61] I'm getting slightly claustrophobic
[02:36.93] Too big for the frame that's holding
[02:40.03] All I can be
[02:42.54] I want to roam free, the world is my gallery
[02:57.14] I'm hanging up in a room full of silence
[03:00.31] Bleeding colors from the pain and the violence
[03:03.66] Don't I look so beautifully tragic?
[03:08.88] I'm hanging up like a dying bouquet
[03:11.96] Drying out like a half-eaten pastry
[03:15.49] Don't I look so beautifully tragic?
[03:19.27] I'm addicted to the gallery
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