| Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you’ll see
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| All by myself, I’m alone in such poor company
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| The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink
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| I can’t
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| Stop the insects that are feeding
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| Pull the needles from beneath my skin
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| I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece
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| You’ll love the eyes, have they always shown so vacantly?
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| The more I show the less you’ll want to know
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| I can’t
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| Stop the insects that are feeding
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| Pull the needles from beneath my skin
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| Now I’m on display, I am becoming
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| Hurt myself today, it’s all for you
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| Do you like, do you like what I’m becoming?
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| Cut myself today, it’s all for you
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| I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee
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| Pushed through your panes, seems I’ve landed quite uncomfortably
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| But as I pass through souls of broken glass
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| I can’t
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| Stop the insects that are feeding
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| Pull the needles from beneath my skin
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| Now I’m on display, I am becoming
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| Hurt myself today, it’s all for you
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| Do you like, do you like what I’m becoming?
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| Cut myself today, it’s all for you
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| Please don’t ask me just what I think
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| Trust me, you don’t want to know
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| Please don’t ask me to open up
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| Trust me, trust me, because I can’t
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| Stop the insects that are feeding
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| Pull the needles from beneath my skin
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| Now I’m on display, I am becoming
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| Hurt myself today, it’s all for you
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| Do you like, do you like what I’m becoming?
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| Cut myself today, it’s all for you |