| Am I a way to stop the hurting, to let me lift the yoke that’s burdening your
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| heart
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| Am I a good and faithful servant who’s only use is to determine who you are
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| So slip your hands around my neck until the pressure’s sinking in
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| And let the objects of your hate dissipate into my skin
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| Until the only thing I’m feeling is the weight of all the sin you buried into me
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| You tore me down and let me bleed
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| I’m not scared to be broken
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| Your anxiety’s choking
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| On the lies that you’ve sown in me
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| Uninspired but outspoken
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| Sometimes silence is golden
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| Cause the irony’s deafening
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| So you keep burying the feeling ‘til every word’s induced with hate
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| And though the thoughts are unappealing I’ll evolve until the break
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| I’m fucking shaking at the thought of you embracing who you are
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| So let these open wounds burn into scars
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| I’m not scared to be broken
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| Your anxiety’s choking
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| On the lies that you’ve sown in me
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| Uninspired but outspoken
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| Sometimes silence is golden
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| Cause the irony’s deafening
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| Waiting for the answers you don’t have
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| Waiting for the empathy that you could never give to me
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| I’m not scared to be broken
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| Your anxiety’s choking
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| On the lies that you’ve sown in me
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| Uninspired but outspoken
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| Sometimes silence is golden
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| Cause the irony’s deafening |