welcome to a dead end,
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a wall stronger than you could ever imagine,
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a breeze of things remembered only cuts like the desperation,
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that gasps and gives up,
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there is nowhere left to go,
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and nothing left to lose,
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we let ourselves inside become one disgusting skin,
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closer than ever before,
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held tighter when i release,
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i taste the saline, and you cut my throat,
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what a fantastic self portrait,
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painted with nativity and blind hope with no vertebrae,
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when i look to the canvas through an honest fog,
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it is blank and empty like the inside of me,
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i have bled all that i can,
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stupid girl, you cut my throat and watched it run down,
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crimson trails finding their way down my neck,
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beautiful lady, don't let me go tonight,
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we can go to sleep forever, we can go to sleep forever,
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we are one person, we are, we are, one person,
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and this story wrote itself,
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when one tear rolls down my cheek, i'll look to you alone and i will seek,
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a completion this life cannot offer me,
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and rest in your arms where i long to be,
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if you are not too ashamed of me,
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if you are not too ashamed of me,
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i have not met one expectation worth meeting,
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i've disappointed, i let her down,
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i let you down, i let me down, i failed
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Diary Of A Failure
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