Murder, seizing my arm,
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to puppeteer direction to kiss these sweet sinful lips of my demise
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I want to drive nails into the hands of my will,
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and trade it in for yours
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Falling in love with a fantasy
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to watch my life slip slowly out of me
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to bathe in the crimson that forgives me for being me
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Father teach me to care,
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guide your hands over these pale stitches in my heart
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the evasions of death impaling me like a bleeding lover that is calling after dark
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Twisting this dagger of shame further into my chest
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these tears turn to scarlet,
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I haven't given him my best sobbing over scalpels,
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invite this slow blood letting for a way to think of what I've been forgetting,
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is goodbye all there ever is to say?
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Goodbye
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I am tired of picking up the pieces.
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and dragging this glass across my throat
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will you hold me after I have let you down so much?
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They want to peel the spine up from my back
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and this is the culture that wants me to forget how to care,
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or feel, or bleed, or die
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they don't want to believe in love, they're ashamed of the truth
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they don't want to believe in hope, they're ashamed of the truth
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but I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
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twisting my head around backwards and breaking the vertebrae all apart
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I want to take my own life so that you can give yours to me
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Father, kill me, rebuild me
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Killing Myself
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