you think, living is everything,
well i think, you don't know anything
you try, take all this pain inside, to take away, push this self doubt aside
run away, something i hide behind, crimson stains, all that i've left behind

cut again, i'm bleeding everywhere
i can't pretend, no hope left just despair
and deep inside, the hurting twists and grows
and i'll confide, but no one really knows
suffering, i crave my own demise
and cease to be, so cold behind my eyes
and how can you, not let me end this pain
happier, bullet to the brain

you try, take all this pain inside, to take away, push this self doubt aside
run away, something i hide behind, crimson stains, all that i've left behind

i still seem to bleed through
inside disease consumes
i pray for passage
recieve no deliverence
every single tendency
bound by my redundancy

you try, take all this pain inside, to take away, push this self doubt aside
run away, something i hide behind, crimson stains, all that i've left behind

take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me
take this, take this, take, you take a part of me

why, try, to, die
can't, hide. behind




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