Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
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All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
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The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
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pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
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You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know.
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I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
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Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
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Do you like what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you.
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I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
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Pushed through your panes. Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
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But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
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Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
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The Last Kiss
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| AFI |
