| I have looked at death straight
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| Into the eyes and I have told it that I
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| Will not give it the slightest time.
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| To consume me and refute me,
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| I’ve been teetering on edge
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| Of what to say and what to scream
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| At all the voices in my head.
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| Woah
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| I don’t understand my behavior,
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| This knife is my savior.
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| My only wish is to be heard.
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| (Why can’t you just understand?)
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| Woah
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| I just don’t care anymore and
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| I’ll settle the score with myself,
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| Mabye one day I’ll be heard.
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| (I hope that you will hear.)
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| I have looked at death straight
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| Into the eyes and I have told it that I
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| Will not give it the slightest time.
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| To consume me and refute me,
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| I’ve been teetering on edge
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| Of what to say and what to scream
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| At all the voices in my head.
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| So just know,
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| That I’ll never understand why
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| People pry and try to get the
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| Deepest cuts they can bring to the surface,
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| Is it worth it, to become
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| The beast inside and to make
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| A man into a mouse and make him
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| Want to say goodbye. |