| Cast off your shame and believe in something more
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| Don’t romance blame as your pain reliever, soul deceiver
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| Next time I shatter I hope that you’re long gone
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| But if I should handle my god I hope you’re still there
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| Such a failure, blackening angelic eyes
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| I’m going to have almost nothing left
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| Pleased to meet you, want you, cut you
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| I’m sorry, I didn’t know who I was hurting
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| Wait, you’re bleeding from somewhere beautiful
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| I’m sorry, it’s over now
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| «…And if you never stop to face all that you do
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| In all your actions and expenses of the loved ones
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| That you master, that you master
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| You can never be a part of what is graceful, what is good
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| And what is honestly the presence of a love inside your heart
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| And it is breaking by the thousands
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| Due to people like your father, like your father
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| It’s a never-ending never-bending threshold of abuse
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| That you are forced to take
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| And so you can never break down the raw side defense landslide
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| Splinters of the hurt and pain, piercing all that you have been
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| And if you think you’re hurting now, you better not wake up again
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| Melting in the sibling sun, exposing all that you have done
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| And if you think you’re hurting now, you ain’t seen nothing yet…»
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| There’s a reminder inside of your anger
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| About all the people that you have damaged
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| That you have hurt
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| It’s just like I said that your life would turn out |