| One day you’ll learn, sometimes you’ve got to be hard
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| And don’t cry in front of me because I can’t stand it at all
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| You want to be straight? |
| I use to be free. |
| I use to love the world
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| I use to hold my own until they blinded me
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| Like an animal in a box, they covered my holes
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| And I squirmed until I couldn’t breathe at all
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| Got to love the lack of oxygen! |
| They killed my soul…
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| And I become like you, so fuck you all!
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| You will be like me in the end!
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| If I could bring her back, I would…
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| Cause ain’t nothing left but the scars, where my angel stood
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| (My innocence is gone. My innocence is gone.)
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| If I could bring her back, I would…
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| Cause that little boy, got raised up in the rain like no one should
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| Sometimes you got to be hard. |
| Sometimes you got to act strange
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| I got so sick and tired of people telling me
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| «Things are beautiful because they don’t last long!»
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| «That in the end, I’ll eventually fall.»
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| And they’ll laugh at you, put their fingers at you…
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| Kick you down because you can’t get up all!
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| An animal in a box, they covered my holes
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| And I squirmed until I couldn’t breathe at all
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| Got to love the lack of oxygen! |
| They killed my soul…
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| And I become like you, so fuck you all!
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| You will be like me in the end! |