frustrated by failure, failure to communicate
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i just want to give up throw in the towel, let it all slip away
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every things become a filthy version of what it once was
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I'm disgusted by my waning passion and my embrace for guilt
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retrospect brings regret
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but for now I'm shutting it all out
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just expect nothing less
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to be filled with self loathing and doubt
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this potent sting of remorse is killing me because
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retrospect brings regret
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from now on I'm shutting it all out
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i guess i lied when i said id die trying
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so it would seem that I'm better off lying
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in a pool of misery in the nearest reaches
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of despair because I've reached rock bottom
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clutching memories making sure I've got them
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and if nothing more ill take them to my fucking grave
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I've given all i can and i cant give anymore
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been screaming "fuck!" for so long my throat is blood and raw
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and letting it slip away is something that i thought id never do
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looking back at the photographs to see
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the difference was in my eyes
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i must have lost something along the way,
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used to turn anger to drive
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but my eyes are open to reality
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I'm through asking questions like "why me?"
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I'm fucking done and I'm admitting defeat
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and i wouldn't have it any other way
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i wouldn't have it any other way, no one else can control me
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and when i looked back i realized the difference was in my eyes
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and now that I've come to terms with the relentlessness of misery
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and recaptured the urgent feelings of despair
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i feel whole again, whole again in the emptiness
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and that is something i will both despise and cherish.
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with every fiber of my being
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coming to terms with the misery
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coming to terms with the relentlessness
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and thats something i will despise
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with every fiber of my being
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coming to terms with the misery
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coming to terms with the relentlessness
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and thats something i will cherish
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and I'll do it with the greatest sincerity
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Memoirs
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| This Is Hell |
