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I'm good for nothing, I'm a ****ing bad excuse |
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The truth is that I just can't be of any use |
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So show me where the noose is and watch me when I die |
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I've made so many knots that I don't know how to untie |
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I've tried every angle, tried to handle my emotions |
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I'm strangeling myself up to the point of self implosion |
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I'm drowning in an ocean full of thought so self abusive |
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It's a downward spiral, it's the hate that hate produces |
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I make myself, so sick of myself x3 I hate myself |
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I'm stuck in a corner this is my own private casket |
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Four walls around me I feel like a sitting target |
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I can't find the exit without asking for directions |
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But I can't find it in me, to ask you any questions |
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I don't like suggestions and I hate to take advice |
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Cos' that's a sign of weakness, I can't make that sacrifice |
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The vice is that I'm selfish but I still need recognition |
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I fear and loathe myself when I'm forced into submission |
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I make myself, so sick of myself x3 I hate myself |
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All the hate I hide in me is constantly misguiding me |
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And all my mixed emotions slowly building up inside of me |
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It's like an evil guide in me is breaking down the pride in me |
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I don't know what's right from wrong my feelings are dividing me |
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All the hate I hide in me |
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Is building up inside of me |
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And breaking down the pride in me |
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It's like something has died in me |