You deleted your evidence.
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You depleted yourself.
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Face down wasn¡¯t good enough.
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You had to give me your hell.
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Not much more inside of me left to lose.
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No one hates me quite like you.
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Let me show you the proof.
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I don¡¯t mind my own self-loathing,
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and I don¡¯t need help from you.
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I know I¡¯m lonely,
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but what am I supposed to do?
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You believe that you¡¯re innocent.
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You¡¯re relieving your guilt.
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The Jury seems to be deadlocked.
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Look at the drama you built.
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Seems like everyone¡¯s guaranteed damaged truth.
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What makes someone hate like you?
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And is there something to prove?
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But I don¡¯t mind my own self-loathing,
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and I don¡¯t need help from you.
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I know I¡¯m lonely,
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but what am I supposed to do?
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Oh, I don¡¯t mind my own self-loathing,
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and I don¡¯t need help from you.
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(I don¡¯t mind my own¡¦)
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I know I¡¯m lonely, but what am I supposed to do
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(I don¡¯t want to know¡¦)
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With all my coldest memories of you?
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(I won¡¯t give my all¡¦)
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I know I¡¯m angry¡¦ and I don¡¯t know need help from you
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(I don¡¯t want to know¡¦)
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A Rumor Of Skin
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| Stone Sour |
