| I’m not a stranger, no I am yours
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| With crippled anger and tears that still drip sore
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| A fragile frame aged, with misery
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| And when our eyes meet, I know you see
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| I do not wanna be afraid
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| I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in
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| I’m tired, of feeling so numb
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| Relief exists I find it when, I am cut
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| I may seem crazy, or painfully shy
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| And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden
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| If you would just look me in the eye
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| I feel alone here and cold here
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| Though I don’t want to die
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| But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside
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| I do not wanna be afraid
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| I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in
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| I’m tired of feeling so numb
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| Relief exists I find it when, I am cut (Hey)
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| I am not alone
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| I am not alone
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| I’m not a stranger, no I am yours
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| With crippled anger
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| And tears that still drip sore
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| But I do not wanna be afraid
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| I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in
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| I’m tired, of feeling so numb
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| Relief exists I found it when, I was cut |