Ripped down piece by piece
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Old life crumbles in your hand
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I feel deceased
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No burn, no sickness
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How surprising is okay
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Don't look at me
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I am shamed
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I wear my letter
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You piont your finger
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Never good enough
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Never get up
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Weak like sand
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And ask your tearing me down
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The ache in my back
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The burn in my legs
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Your sight burns me
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I feel no more, it said
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You only die once
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Lies filthy lies
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Habitual Murderer
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| Azazel |
