| If I could turn back time
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| I would do it again
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| All the scars of my past
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| Are a part of who I am
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| This empty world (this empty world)
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| Changed me forever (forever)
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| I had to do what I had to do
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| Just to survive
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| These wounds won’t heal (these wounds won’t heal)
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| Try to numb the pain but I still feel
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| Every incision that I’ve ever made
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| (Every incision I’ve made)
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| I cannot ignore it anymore
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| I cannot suppress the hatred building up inside of me
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| Self-loathing energy, I am my own enemy
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| It’s getting harder to distract myself from the pain
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| Self-loathing energy, I am my own enemy
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| I live in a paradox
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| Where the pain I feel is a paradise
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| Picking at the open wounds
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| Until the trauma inside me has been exhumed
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| The poison inside me
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| Will run its course
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| Consuming me from the inside
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| Killing me with no remorse
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| This empty world (this empty world)
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| Changed me forever (forever)
|
| I had to do what I had to do
|
| Just to survive
|
| These wounds won’t heal (these wounds won’t heal)
|
| Try to numb the pain but I still feel
|
| Every incision that I’ve ever made
|
| (Every incision I’ve made)
|
| If I could turn back time
|
| I would do it again
|
| All the scars of my past
|
| Are a part of who I am
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| If I could turn back time, I would do it again
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| All the scars of my past are a part of who I am
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| If I could turn back time, I would do it again
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| All the scars of my past are a part of who I am
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| I wear the skin of a dead man
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| An hourglass running out of sand
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| I spit in the face of their judgement
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| Answering to no one, I answer to nothing (nothing)
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| I answer to nothing
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| I answer to no one, I answer to nothing
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| This empty world (this empty world)
|
| Changed me forever (forever)
|
| I had to do what I had to do
|
| Just to survive
|
| These wounds won’t heal (these wounds won’t heal)
|
| Try to numb the pain but I still feel
|
| Every incision that I’ve ever made
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| (Every incision I’ve made) |