| Something wrong inside of me
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| A stomachache of tragedy
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| Can’t tell if I’m cursed or chronically ill
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| There’s so much inside of me I’m trying to kill
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| I’m trying to kill
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| Woe and misery have followed me
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| Sorrows, periphery is choking me
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| Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
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| Hope intrinsically is lost on me
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| My insomnia waves nd sleeping through the days
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| Make me look like I’m fine, that’s nothing but a lie
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| Eating to fill my flesh and starving myself
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| Have got me looking in good health, but I still don’t feel my best
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| What I told myself was a pilgrimage
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| Is nothing short of a severance
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| You can tell from my pure grim image
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| That I am only alive for reverence
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| Woe and misery have followed me
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| Sorrows, periphery is choking me
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| Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
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| Hope intrinsically is lost on me
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| Despite the uncompromising pain
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| I’m still so scared of death, so scared of death
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| The only difference between
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| A rut and a grave is the depth
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| Woe and misery have followed me
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| Sorrows, periphery is choking me
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| Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
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| Hope intrinsically is lost on me |