my life served on a plate for all of you to eat
take my love and my hate but what is this inside of me
pity me, pity me, don't you pity me
under everything something you can't see, i can't even believe something is wrong with me
you swear that all of this is real but sometimes i can't seem to feel
nothing ever satisfies, one day i will realize
am i really scared of something that i don't know
do you even care what is really wrong

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