| But you’re not helping in the sense that I wanna fucking go insane today,
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| or tomorrow; |
| it doesn’t matter
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| I’m just pissed off
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| I can’t be alone with my thoughts, ‘cause I just tear myself apart,
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| tear myself apart
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| Sometimes I wish I had a soft spot for myself instead of undergoing brain-rot
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| But the fact is, the fascist in me is fighting for control over all the anarchy
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| in my soul
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| To think that I could keep the peace, between the other side of me,
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| and the side that never wants to be
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| Never wants to see, the possibility of a day when there’s just one of me
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| Have you ever done shit that makes your blood boil?
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| In retrospect I was just a boy, but it makes me wanna puke my guts up and punch
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| the wall
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| I’m just a little bit fucked
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| Going in circles trying to find myself, or fight myself
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| Find myself, I can’t be a soul that’s cleaved in two
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| Break apart the parts of myself that I know have got to go
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| I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t breathe anymore
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| There’s not room enough for the two of us in here, it’s far too hot
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| I can’t breathe anymore, I can’t breathe anymore
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| Sometimes I wish I had a soft spot for myself instead of undergoing brain-rot
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| But the fact is, the fascist in me is fighting for control over all the anarchy
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| in my soul
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| Spread my brain on the canvas and wait, for the words to make sense and relate
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| Bent over the mirror, all I see clearer are the lines in my face |