| Writhing in my despair
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| I bend and break
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| Drowning in my regret
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| How much more can I take?
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| I guess I should hate myself
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| For all that I have become
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| I guess I should hate myself
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| Why don’t I just hate myself?
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| I’m circumventing through circumstances of the joy that you have taken
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| Unrelenting of the fickle changes to find myself again
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| I guess I should hate myself
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| For all that I have become
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| I guess I should hate myself
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| Why don’t I just fuck myself?
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| I guess I should hate myself
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| For what I’ve become
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| I guess I’m the only one to blame
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| I know I’ve been waiting for the sun to shine on dark days
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| On dark days I know we must suffer
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| Before we make it all right, it’s alright
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| This rage that builds inside of me
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| It’s scathing, I’m shaking
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| I feel the walls, they’re caving in
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| I drowned my innocence to never fucking feel again
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| I never thought I would just be another statistic
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| It’s sadistic, I’m just another statistic
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| It’s so sadistic
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| Time, time for us to feel
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| Don’t waste your time on me
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| I’m already dead on the inside
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| Don’t waste your time on me
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| I’m already dead on the inside
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| Don’t waste your time on me
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| I’m already dead on the inside
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| I guess I should hate myself
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| For what I have just become
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| Why don’t I just hate myself?
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| Why don’t I just kill myself? |