| I didn’t come here to talk about the tragedy of you.
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| Placate your fragile ego and pretend that what you have to say is new.
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| Yes, we can see the way you love yourself, beneath the costume, lipstick, blood,
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| warpaint.
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| And I can’t pretend anymore that we are the same animal.
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| I’m simply done with this.
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| I walk away.
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| You can say you hate yourself so you can relate to the boys who make the music
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| with the chemical imbalance, who control their latent anger and the urge to cut
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| right through you, so that they can make the music just to fucking entertain
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| you, so that you can hate yourself.
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| We all understand.
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| Yes, we all understand you.
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| It’s not complicated.
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| We just can’t stand you.
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| You say how could you be like this?
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| Why is this the way you are?
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| Did I ever lie to you?
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| No, I never lied to you.
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| You are the one who built this image, so impossible to be.
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| I never dreamed in all these years you would relate to me.
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| And you say you hate yourself so you can relate to the boys who make the music
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| with the chemical imbalance, who control their latent anger by arranging notes
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| together, but you’ve lost the will to hold back the urge to cut right through
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| those that have made you hate yourself.
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| We all understand.
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| Yes, we all understand you.
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| It’s not complicated.
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| We just can’t stand you.
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| Tell me about how this song was made for you; |
| like every little line I wrote
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| and everything I ever had to do to still the demons… was somehow just a
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| message made for you. |
| But you’re not crazy, no you tell me you’re not crazy…
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| …and I believe you.
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| We all believe you.
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| Would we lie to you?
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| Would we lie to you?
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| Would we lie to you?
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| No, no, we understand.
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| We really do.
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| We really do.
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| We all understand.
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| Yes, we all understand you.
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| It’s not complicated.
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| We just can’t stand you. |