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and its so fucked up, you know it, i know it,
trying to make it right in my head,
trying, failing, and you are here again,
wearing her face, and im taunting myself,
did you mean it? or am i just pushing too far?
i hate it and i need it, my pain,
but every time, its me all fucked up,
every time its me fucked up again
so im sitting here with your voice in my head,
and, dammit, youre lying to me, stop it
im lying to me and im not strong enough
kill me clean or let me free, not this darkness
to stop myself from making my mess again
i promised and broke it for you, an it
meant nothing to me and i dont think i
want to go on, but this is me and you cant
stop the bleeding once it starts
the hell with you, i know who i am,
never, proud, away, dying, ressurected
my faith, shattered, you eyes, mounring
the deecration of your shrine in my head,
in, my, mind, in my mind and music
your deafening chorus makes me fear you
you know too much, pierce my defences,
strip away the crap i wear, the lies i tell,
and you hate the person within,
you hate the person on the outside,
and this is me, broken in the dust,
and this is me, pity me, pity me,
and this is my hope beside me
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