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What has changed me into something I don't know? |
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Forgotten feelings like I never know |
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Eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me |
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Careful of feelings I thought I knew me |
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A man is waiting at the corner screaming at me |
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Angry hate for myself: the hidden me |
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A closet of angry words no sight to put them in |
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Hateful sea of love with no one to put it in |
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A classic film of yesterday is just today |
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Once tomorrow, maybe never, I hate me |
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Bricking myself into the wall wretched sin |
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Hoping to be by myself, I won't let you in |
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My product is only second-grade |
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I hate to discuss what this man has made |
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Forming in my hands I know it all too well |
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Staring at the glass I know myself too well |
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Hate is just a four letter word, |
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Hate is just a four letter word. |
