| There’s a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you
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| But I hate myself instead
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| There’s a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me
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| I guess it’s wrong to live life so lifelessly
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| Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees
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| I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet
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| And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above
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| And no mercy for a soul that’s just way too fucked up
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| There’s a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat
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| Now there’s nothing left of me
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| But empty bottles of pills and Bacardi
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| Yes, I guess it’s wrong to live right
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| Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees
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| I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet
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| And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above
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| No mercy for a soul
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| Leave me here to die
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| Leave me here to die
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| Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees
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| I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet
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| And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above
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| No mercy for a soul that’s just way too fucked up |