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Black heart, dead soul |
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Apathy and misery, loss of control |
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Any of the above could describe me |
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I hate being inhuman |
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All I do is **** everything up |
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Someone just please put a gun to my head |
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I just don't care anymore |
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I'm broken, tired and sore |
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I just don't care anymore |
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From my black heart |
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Faceless humans just want to get inside of me |
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Shut down long ago, not even the closest know me |
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Like a leper, everything I touch rots, dies then turns to dust |
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Everyone should just stay away from me |
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I just don't care anymore |
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I'm broken, tired and sore |
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I just don't care anymore |
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From my black heart |
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I just don't care anymore |
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I'm broken, tired and sore |
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I just don't care anymore |
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From my black heart |
