| Don’t believe a word that you hear
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| I’ve written all that can be revealed
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| Don’t let all be lost not having read
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| The words that through ink were bled
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| No longer do I see this monster in the mirror
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| When peeling the skin back, revealing a man
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| Desperately awaiting his life’s past
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| I still can’t allow her to see me this way
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| Don’t believe a word that you hear
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| I’ve written all that can be revealed
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| Don’t let all be lost not having read
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| The words that through ink were bled
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| For now my truth can only be written
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| If seen or spoken, I know that I’ll lose her
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| So through ink I leave my penitence on paper
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| Just like giving blood but I’m bleeding out
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| I swear that I’ll show my face when
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| I get it back
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| I swear that I’ll show my face,
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| you’ll see me again once I am whole
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| Don’t believe a word that you hear
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| I’ve written all that can be revealed
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| Don’t let all be lost not having read
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| The words that through ink were bled
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| I swear that I’ll show my face when
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| I get it back
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| I swear that I’ll show my face,
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| you’ll see me again once I am whole
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| I swear that I’ll show my face when
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| I get it back
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| I swear that I’ll show my face,
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| you’ll see me again once I am whole |