| The hating, it’s pulled inside of me
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| The trying, to test my sanity
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| It’s in your waiting, it’s all make believe
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| And the ripping, the child within me
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| Cheating, the time that I had left needing
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| My soul cause that’s the bed giving
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| All that, that I can give
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| Controlling, my mind that is diseased
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| Holding, my hate that is really scolding
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| The hand that keeps me fed
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| That keeps me fed
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| Fed, that keeps me fed
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| Fed, that keeps me
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| I feel it all come crashing down on me
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| I feel alone and torn apart
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| A wasted time to let it get to me
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| An angry mouth with a broken heart
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| Searching, for something that is safe
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| Hurting, my pride that is the test
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| Turning, my anger towards your flesh
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| Rotting, we hold the end the bag
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| Spurting, the blood that’s on the bed
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| Scolding, the hand that keeps me fed
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| That keeps me fed
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| Fed, that keeps me fed
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| I feel it all come crashing down on me
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| I feel alone and torn apart
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| I wasted time to let it get to me
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| An angry mouth with a broken heart
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| The hating, it’s pulled inside of me
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| The trying, to test my sanity
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| It’s in your waiting, it’s all make believe
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| And the ripping, the child from within me
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| The hating, it’s pulled inside of me
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| The trying, to test my sanity
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| It’s in your waiting, it’s all make believe
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| And the ripping, the child from within me
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| No! |
| Agh! |
| Ragh! |
| No! |
| No! |