| If I’m not comfortable with my shell,
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| How can I love someone else?
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| I crack the mirrors in my room so I don’t have to,
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| Look at myself.
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| I dawn disguise,
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| To walk outside,
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| There’s something missing inside.
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| Squeeze your fingers tight,
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| Around my neck and watch the light,
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| Leave my eyes.
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| Strangle me back to life.
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| I’m beat down inside,
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| Torn up and twisted from my lies,
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| I lost my fight,
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| Strangle me back to life.
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| I once ran ignorant in meadows full of life,
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| without a worry.
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| But now a sickness pulls the thread out a pill at a time,
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| It’s all so blurry.
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| I’ve built this hell,
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| To pity self,
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| The best of me died long ago.
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| Squeeze your fingers tight,
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| Around my neck and watch the light,
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| Leave my eyes.
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| Strangle me back to life.
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| Cuz I’m beat down inside,
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| Torn up and twisted from my lies,
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| I lost my fight,
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| Strangle me back to life!
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| My home,
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| Is not where I sleep,
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| Stuck in the cold
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| Of my darkest dream,
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| It’s better to fold,
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| And swear to apathy.
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| Won’t you rescue me my love?
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| Now,
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| Who is my love?
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| Who is my love?
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| Won’t you rescue me from Hell?
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| Squeeze your fingers tight,
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| Around my neck and watch the light,
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| Leave my eyes.
|
| Strangle me back to life.
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| Cuz I’m beat down inside,
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| Torn up and twisted from my lies,
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| I lost my fight,
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| Strangle me back to life.
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| if I almost die I’ll cherish beauty in my eyes.
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| I’ll survive!
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| Strangle me back to life |