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Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems
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sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns
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a papercut bleeds like a cut vein
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could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
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but my wings have yet to work
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change means nothing
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when nothing wants to change
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save your strength for the first disappointment
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break this mirror that changes you
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forever is such an unpleasant word
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it begins to eat you / from the inside out
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blood stains on the wall / beg for sleep
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as the noose is tied around your neck
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A Wish For Wings That Work
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Poison The Well |