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I open my eyes |
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but still manage to dream |
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This cold bathroom floor |
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now just feels like home to me |
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I stumble to the mirror |
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and I naturally start to clean |
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But my body's scorned withmarks |
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that say these aren'tthe last lines |
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that I'll see |
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So please cut this string |
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attached to my wrists |
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Buried in my shaking palm |
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I hold this evil in my fist |
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I relive my pain |
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with every scar |
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It's a battle field of memories |
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that just won't go away |
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for me... |
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This world has tied me down |
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and the knot keeps tightening |
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Cause I'm just a puppet |
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dangling from this breaking string |
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But maybe I'll turn |
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this blade the other way |
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And roll up my sleeves |
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to let the scars show my mistakes |
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So please cut this string |
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attached to my wrists |
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Buried in my shaking palm |
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I hold this evil in my fist |
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I relive my pain |
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with every scar |
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It's a battle field of memories |
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that just won't go away |
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for me... |
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You couldn't make the cut |
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so now you'll make this cut |
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You couldn't make the cut |
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so now you'll make this cut |
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You couldn't make the cut |
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so now you'll make this cut |
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You couldn't make the cut |
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so now you'll make this cut |
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I can't breath |
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I'm in need |
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where's my crimson savior |
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No I won't crawl back |
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just to bleed |
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Forgive me |
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I promise I'll stay clean |