Unite with your words to fright the weak small fragile mind
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Defend all the pain you feel, soon it will become real
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Until you realize the pain you feel isn't real you'll compromise everything
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Look at you, you need a...
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Don't expect my pity. You wont receive any from me.
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Limp on able knees to lock your insecurities
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The past firmly flaunts its grasp again
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you've gladly given it your last stand by falling down
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You claim you hate the ground but maintain it, while declaring your stain
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AND LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE GAINED
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I wont give in tonight. I choose to break your pain.
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IĄŻll never stop the fight. Admit your state, but you remain.
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If it takes everything. IĄŻm gonna make you realize.
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IĄŻll never give to you -- you and your pity show
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Broke up by the dastardly deed of dealing with life's reality
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Yesterday has won the choice prize. It now controls your whole life.
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Seeking out all that you can find who'll assist you in your web of compromise
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Yesterday has won the choice prize. It now controls your whole life.
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I can't fix your mind tonight.
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And did you think I...
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Would identify with your selfish game
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Would accept the sickness as it came
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Would realize my demise but avoid the change
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Did you really think I would STAY THE SAME?
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Pity Show
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