| You’ve seen my smile a thousand times,
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| And seen the wounds from which i’ve bled,
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| This empty shell gets left behind,
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| It’s time to sever ancient times,
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| It speaks to me like words from a book,
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| A tale for which I died,
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| Don’t look to me for sympathy,
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| You’ve shamed the words on which I thrive.
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| Take note of me, as your dreams turn to despair,
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| Find your solace in a place, devoid of all my thoughts,
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| To the reaper I am slain,
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| These razors tear within,
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| I’ll life a life of sin, to rid myself of this disgrace,
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| My demons come to fall.
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| Winning the battle, I leave behind,
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| Discard the chaos, i am inclined,
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| To seek a refuge, deep within my hate,
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| These thoughts inside, it’s that i ache,
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| For a chance to execrate emotions I deny,
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| To seek vengeance, these thoughts I cry,
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| Alone at night I drown myself to sleep,
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| I find it hard to move, A fire burns inside.
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| Take note of me, as your dreams turn to despair,
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| Find your solace in a place, devoid of all my thoughts,
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| To the reaper I am slain,
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| These razors tear within,
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| I’ll life a life of sin, to rid myself of this disgrace,
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| My demons come to fall. |