| I live with a noose around my neck
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| And the devil on my shoulder pulling me towards death
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| Waiting for when I slip up next
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| To whisper faults in my ears hoping I’ll choose him instead
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| The whole world’s a cutthroat
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| Fed all these insults
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| Right down my throat
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| Chokehold ‘til I scream «no»
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| They love me, they love me not
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| It really all depends on what I’ve got
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| Why do I make time for people who could care less if I’m alive?
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| Because if they don’t love me then who else will
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| I was born a lonely bastard
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| A walking fucking disaster
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| With a passion for being the worst and constantly thinking I’m hurt
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| So long live depression, long live sin
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| May you never stop worshipping your demons within
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| May you always fight the battles that you’ll never win
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| Again and again and again
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| They say that the grass is always greener on the other side
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| But everything’s black and white when you feel left behind
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| Let me suffer, let me rot
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| Swallow me with everything I lost
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| My mind is caught inside a slipknot
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| Made out of anxiousness and everything I’m not
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| Let me suffer, let me rot in my cell
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| They love me, they love me not
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| I can’t tell
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| People like me weren’t meant to be happy
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| We’re meant to choke on our words with everyone laughing
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| People like me weren’t meant to be happy
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| I’m not happy, I don’t know how to be happy |