| Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems
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| sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns
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| a papercut bleeds like a cut vein
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| could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
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| but my wings have yet to work
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| change means nothing
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| when nothing wants to change
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| save your strength for the first disappointment
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| break this mirror that changes you
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| forever is such an unpleasant word
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| it begins to eat you
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| from the inside out
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| blood stains on the wall
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| beg for sleep
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| as the noose is tied around your neck |