| My body still clings to life
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| Only my spirit has died inside.
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| (so I pray)
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| I pray for death every night
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| But I keep waking up alive
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| I cut myself for infliction
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| And I still spit at my reflection
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| I hate everything I am
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| I have my friends to think for that
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| So I keep taking my meds
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| And I do what my doctor says.
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| I hate myself more everyday.
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| I guess I’ll always be this way
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| I’ve learned that love is dead
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| And that people just get fucked instead
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| And all the while making friends
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| Just to fuck them in the end
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| Everyone I touch infects me
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| Cancer in flesh there is death all around
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| Everyone I touch, I infect them
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| Black and dead is my heart
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| Alone, I’m not good when I’m alone
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| I pace and tear at my skin and my hair
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| Burn myself for some relief
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| For a sick fucking joke of a life
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| The punchline is when I die
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| And come back as me for eternity
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| Just to fuck up everyday?
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| And fail the ones that I love by being alive
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| I don’t know who I am anymore
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| A parasite in human disguise?
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| Searching for a piece of shit with all of you maggots and flies
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| Everyday I feel that I just can’t do anything right
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| I’m sorry if you know my name
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| I probably fuck your life, goodbye |