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How does it feel, to have it all inside you?
You have to tell, to help reveal, how to put it all behind you
Nothing but cigarettes, and dried up cum
Tiny scrapes and clotted blood
Black stocking burn holes, mascara cried clean
Mercy for the weak is not what it seems
Everything is broken, even when it’s new
Everything means something, everything but you.
I’m barely squeezing the lies out fast enough
I don’t want to die, I just want the pain to stop
I’m barely squeezing the lies out fast enough
I don’t want to die, I just want the pain to stop
Blurred out of focus, distorted dream
Things are exactly as they seem
Simulated surroundings, simulated life
Just enough skin to hold the knife
I’m not sorry, no regrets, this... is what…
you... should get
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