| And I don’t have to talk to you, do I? |
| I can just, feel
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| And you’ll feel it right here too
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| Words can’t describe
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| And I don’t have to talk to you do I?]
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| Don’t think you know me
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| Not everyone is who they seem to be
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| They don’t trust your instincts
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| Or the words you read or write but you say
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| Start sleeping with the light on
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| The things you see are beyond doubts
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| You don’t need your eyes anymore
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| Open them to see me rip them out
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| [He still freak you out?
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| Nothing freaks me out
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| Try living with him]
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| Now symbols can describe
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| This fragile blood I feel
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| I’m the enemy in the end
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| A victim among your friends
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| You still want to see
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| Some worth inside of me
|
| Don’t fool yourself again
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| You are my victim, not my friend.
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| No symptoms to describe
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| This nothing that I feel inside
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| No salt to leave me paralysed
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| You were never my friend
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| An emptiness only I can see
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| To me its gift of a disease
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| Want me to hurt you just say please
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| I was never your friend
|
| No symbols can describe
|
| This fragile blood I feel
|
| I’m the enemy in the end
|
| A victim among your friends
|
| You still want to see
|
| Some worth inside of me
|
| Don’t fool yourself again
|
| You are my victim, not my friend.
|
| You were never my friend
|
| I was never your friend.
|
| Now symbols can describe
|
| This fragile blood I feel
|
| I’m the enemy in the end
|
| A victim among your friends
|
| You still want to see
|
| Some worth inside of me
|
| Don’t fool yourself again
|
| You are my victim, not my fucking friend
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| I was never your friends.
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| [Words can’t describe it
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| And I don’t have to talk to you, do i?
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| I can just
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| Feel] |