| I hold myself in contempt
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’ve nothing to hide
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| They just don’t understand
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| Since my mom passed
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| A part of me has really died
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| Heaven denied on an Earth that’s hell
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| I live in a skull no different from a cell
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| Sick of a body that I can’t leave behind
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| And what it takes to meditate a mind
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| From a womb to a tomb
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| These issues I’m facing
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| Alone in my room
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| Depend, depend on a friend
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| I can’t remember
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| How long it’s been
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| If there’s one thing I’ve learned
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| It’s comfort in nowhere
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| Nowhere to grow
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| It’s nobody’s fault but my own
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| To painfully exist, exist alone
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| In my internal incarceration
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| How do I break out?
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| You have to lose a lot
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| To find yourself
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| Even your innocence
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| Thinking back as a kid
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| What being alone did
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| It’s not so pretty now
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| That’s where addiction was found
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| I’d burn those houses down
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| Into a hole in the ground
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| And I’d burn them down again
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| And I’d make it evident
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| With satisfaction just to
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| Laugh at the fucking flames
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| From a womb to a tomb
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| These issues I’m facing
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| Alone in my room
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| Depend, Depend on a friend
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| I can’t remember
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| How long its been
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| If there’s one thing I’ve learned
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| It’s comfort in nowhere
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| Nowhere to grow
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| It’s nobody’s fault but my own
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| To painfully exist
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| Exist alone
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| In my internal incarceration |