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so what if i died a thousand deaths? you think i'm insane, but i have no regrets. one more time won't matter, no question, suicide is self-expression.
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i ain't hinting for sympathy, i'm used to dealing with apathy. the scars on my wrists may seem like a crime, just wish me better luck next time.
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i built myself a nice little cage with bars of anger and a lock of rage. i can't help asking "who's got the key?" when i know damned well it's me.
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6:17 i got a problem, a problem with hate. i can't go on dragging this weight. a cold steel hand that won't let go, acid-filled thoughts out of control.
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4:58 and when i broke every single one of your ribs with my axe and turned you inside out, just to show you how i felt, don't you dare moan at me.
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i feel something pulling me down, forcing me between myself and the ground. of all the nightmares that ever came true, i think that gravity is you.
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now i feel the weight of a world on my back. i've seen the future, the future looks black. it's what i must do, i've no reservations, ain't talking about self-preservation.
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if i could burn my brain out, if i could peel my face from my skull, if i could finally be empty and finally there'd be nothing left.
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if the thoughts are still there waiting, if i can’t outrun my own head, if there is no cure for me, if i’m not a person at all.
