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YOU THINK  I CAN'T SEE YOUR ILLUSION

YOU THINK I'M LOST IN CONFUSION

ANGER MAKES ME STRONG

I SEE ALL YOU DO WRONG

NO LONGER WILL I MAKE EXCUSES FOR YOU

NO LONGER WILL MY HEART BE TRUE

BE YOUR MISERABLE SELF, BE NUMB

TAKE MY WORDS AS THEY COME

CAN YOU HEAR THAT, IT'S CALLED SILENCE

I CAN'T BE YOUR GUIDANCE

I THOUGHT WE WERE THE SAME, YOU AND I

BUT, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CRY

THAT PART OF ME IS ALREADY DEAD

HOLDING BY A THREAD

MY SCARS ARE UGLY AND WEAK

MY ENTHUSIASM IS BLEAK

FUCK YOUR FEELINGS, I HOPE THEY HAUNT YOUR DREAMS

I HOPE YOUR INVADED BY MY PAINFUL SCREAMS

MAY YOU REST IN PEACE

YOU DON'T WANT MY EXPERTISE

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