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I'm so ****ing mad |
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I could tear my skin off |
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I want to be ugly, |
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I want you to see |
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What its like to be empty inside, |
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To live, but never truly be free |
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I want to believe this is all but a dream |
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A trick of the mind that my life played on me |
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Awake and |
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I'm breathing, a wasting disease |
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The torment is growing. |
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This grave lays open, |
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The light beyond my reach |
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In death there is no comfort, |
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You betrayed me |
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Ugly, Just like me |
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I feel the end coming, |
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I'm weak in the knees |
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The cold earth, a pine box, the cycle complete |
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All of the things that were not meant to be |
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The end of the line is defeat |
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And they'll say she was such a good girl, |
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All the things she could be, she was too young to die |
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I welcome the stillness and sweet relief. |
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The promise of life is a lie |
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This grave lays open, |
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The light beyond my reach |
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In death there is no comfort, |
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You betrayed me |
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You're ugly, |
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Just like me, |
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Bring me down |
