Copy Of A Copy - Dead Poetic

She told me don’t let them in. You’re a copy of a copy

She told me don’t come again.

This is awful.

This is all wrong

Now I feel it coming back again.

Slide down the walls, on the floor

Oh, I’ll pretend this isn’t happening this time

She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said

She told me don’t fall again.

I am wretched, I am loathed

She told me, don’t kill the villains

The pain is not escaping

She told me, don’t kill the villains

Just let them feast on their own perfection

She told me, don’t kill the villains

The pain is not escaping

She told me you cannot stay

But I’m stable.

I’m okay

I said it, we all regret it.

Now this room is cold and spinning

Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time

She told me don’t let them in

You’re a copy of a copy