| Life is weighing down on me, killing me inside
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| Something I could never be will guide me to the new light
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| Frustrated, sedated, I pray to myself
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| God, please
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| Don’t take away from me
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| The only fucking thing
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| That I learned to believe
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| I am becoming the monster
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| You promised to keep him away
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| Now I feel like he’s living in me
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| Anyway, I could never, ever be
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| What you think is right for me
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| Are things that I will not believe
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| I want to start a new life
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| Get myself a sharp knife
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| Look into my own life
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| Kill things I don’t like in me
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| But sometimes I feel okay
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| And think I’m unique
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| You always try to critique
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| I turn my back on it anyway
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| Sucker! |
| Punk-ass motherfucker!
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| I am loco
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| Te falta un poco
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| To get your ass in a choke-hold!
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| Just kill me, I can’t breathe
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| I am guiding myself right to the end
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| Though it kills me, come to terms
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| With the sickness that makes me crash and burn
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| I’m crying I feel like I am dying but I’m trying
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| I beg to myself, put my pride up on the shelf
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| Life is not forever
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| But if life will stay together
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| I would have a friend in my depression, have an end
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| But I’ve been thinking
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| And thinking always gets me into trouble
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| But since I have a double personality
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| It wasn’t me! |
| You see?!
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| Now I’m a refugee
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| And everything inside of me
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| Is just a part of my disease!
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| Just kill me, I can’t breathe
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| I am guiding myself right to the end
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| Though it kills me, come to terms
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| With the sickness that makes me crash and burn
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| Just kill me, I can’t breathe
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| I am guiding myself right to the end
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| Though it kills me, come to terms
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| With the sickness that makes me crash and burn |