| Appalled by all the faces that
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| Have shown themselves through places that
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| I have been forced to learn to love
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| Then torn from and soon carried off
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| Aside from the few things I said
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| To friends who never gave a shit
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| I let my head defeat my chest
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| It didn’t die, it just went blind and deaf
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| (I know) I’ve been locked up in my room for far too
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| (Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the
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| (Walls and I) can’t even try, to tell myself that I was right
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| (I'm sick of me) and everything
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| Self medicate until it goes away
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| So I think back to being in
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| A place that men have wrecked with sin
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| Something my parents lied about
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| And nurtured women die without
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| And that’s partially my fault for not speaking up
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| I’m sick from doubting my guts
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| So now I’m puking them up
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| (I know) I’ve been locked up in my room for far too
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| (Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the
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| (Walls and I) can’t even try, to tell myself that I was right
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| (I'm sick of me) and everything
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| Self medicate until it goes away
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| Oh yeah.
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| Alright. |
| No.
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| Black holes in my chest where my heart used to be
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| They reflect nothing cause nothing is loving towards me
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| There’s also no one, who’s always there to sing me to sleep
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| So with my judgement impaired, I just sit and I stare
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| And think how all could be better if I just rid the Earth
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| Of my useless existence, my meaningless birth
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| And so I reach for some pills as the sun hits my bed
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| But mid-reach I get lazy and wind up falling asleep instead
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| I don’t want to die.
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| I need to die.
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| Anymore. |