| Do you ever look in the mirror and don’t recognise yourself?
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| I stare into my eyes and they don’t stare back at me
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| Who are you? |
| Who lives in this body that I tried to escape for so long?
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| They say you realise what you had when it’s already gone
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| Screaming in silence, indulging in pain
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| Is this I, or am I going insane?
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| Forcing needles down my throat, internal bleeding
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| Is this reality or am I only dreaming?
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| Etched by the eternal tears of sadness
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| My face feels sticky as my flesh disintegrates
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| Who ought to save me from this madness?
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| A cry of anguish resonates as I dissipate
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| I’m forcing needles down my throat
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| But I feel numb and I want to hurt again
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| Remember the little knife you gave me to protect myself?
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| It’s cutting up my stomach before I stick it in my leg
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| My wounds are oozing woe but I feel nothing instead
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| Time to move on, we have no time to wallow in regret
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| It’s all in my head
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| Screaming in silence, indulging in pain
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| Is this I, or am I going insane?
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| I don’t remember the last time I felt happy
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| Maybe I was born with the urge to dwell in pain
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| I take the pill that promised to lift the sorrow
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| But I feel numb and I want to hurt again
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| I want to hurt again
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| I’m forcing needles down my throat, feel numb
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| I’m forcing needles down my throat, feel numb |