| Face I am nothing face complete by sarcastic tastes
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| What a waste I think I’d rather die
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| Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life
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| Always situations I can never hide
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| Crying tears of anger, hate, depressed
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| I never know the me, never know what to do
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| Slit pour out the life a bottle of the vive
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| A desperate cry for something else to justify
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| I’m in a daze caused by pain
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| A failing force that wants to change
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to
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| Numb body shivering
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| Blood dripping from the skin
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to
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| Plastic always drastic
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| A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic
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| I know somewhere out there someone cares
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| Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds
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| As they think it’s time repair
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| These scars will never clear
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| I’ll never be the same little one with hopes of one day maybe being sane
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| I might have tried before but I locked the door
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| Now I need a reason to unlock it
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| I’m in a daze caused by pain
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| A failing force that wants to change
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Numb body shivering
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| Blood dripping from the skin
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to
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| Cutting and popping
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| I know I’m not the definition of your model I’m always dropping
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| Lying and crying
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| I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying, I take dying
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| I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did
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| I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to gray
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| In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried
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| Is where I tried, is where I tried, is where I tried
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| Is where I tried to die
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to gray
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| Painting the white to gray |