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My body |
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My fear of dieing is now my desire |
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My insanity is what keeps me alive. |
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Your too lost now, |
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Isn't it sad when you feel that fear you never felt before, |
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Youre your own stranger, |
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If you really cared why didnt you save me from myself |
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Out of all the people she could hate.. she picked herself |
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How can she fly with severed wings? |
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Cracks in the concrete |