| Things I have done should never be told
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| I must write them down as I grow old
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| This part of me I must hide from you
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| You could not believe these things that I do Just a regular guy, eat, drink and sleep
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| But like that cliche, still waters run deep
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| It’s not really me who does these bad things
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| The voices inside make me a puppet on strings
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| On strings…
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| The nightmares I have of blood and pain
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| Haunt me each night and torture my brain
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| It was me but not me that did what I did
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| I know what awaits me, a coffin with a lid
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| You’ll never understand how I went this far
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| Maybe after I’m gone they’ll make me a star
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| Make a movie about me and the things I have done
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| With the moral just being: «Thank God he is gone! |
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| Society won’t take any part of the blame
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| It’s simpler for them just to call me insane
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| They’ll keep asking themselves how I do what I do Diary of a… Diary of a… Diary of a damaged brain
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| I wish I could let you know who I am
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| I am forced to move on, to follow their plan
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| I need to be stopped before more people get hurt
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| I long for that final day, to rest in the dirt
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| Rest in the dirt…
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