| Impossible to reason with the thoughts in mind
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| To direct, to forget about my pastimes
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| I assure you of one thing
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| This is something you’ll never forget
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| In time, I’m sure you’ll understand
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| The sound of the crack, the slap of my hand
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| Was only intended for one thing
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| The one thing I never had
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| Palms sweaty, thoughts dry
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| Hand fed by a broken mind
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| Hands shakin', don’t cry
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| It’ll all be over
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| And then you’ll have the chance to see the hole inside
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| The painted picture of a wounded mind
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| I can never escape this
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| You helped me create this hate
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| My undying addiction
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| How were you the last to know?
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| You brought this on yourself
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| Now you’re the next in line to see all that I’ve become
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| Confessions of hatred
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| Responsible for bringing out my darkest side
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| I tried to hide what I feel
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| But it’s my time to inflict all the damage
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| Some indescribable pain
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| Heart beating, last cry
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| Anticipating what I have in mind
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| Lick my lips, an approach to you
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| With undeniable ****ing hate
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| My undying addiction
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| How were you the last to know?
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| You brought this on yourself
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| Now you’re the next in line to see all that I’ve become
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| Confessions of hatred
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| One day I’ll become whole again, till then, I’ll just remember
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| I thought you understood being misunderstood
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| How wrong was I to think you ever would?
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| One day I’ll become whole again, whole again
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| My undying addiction
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| I never thought you’d be the last to know
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| You brought this all on yourself now
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| You will be the next in line to see all that I’ve become
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| Victim till your last breath, all the hope is gone
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| Confessions of hatred, I’ll show you pain |