To find the strength to carry on.
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You put marks into your body;
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You talk at length how you're alone,
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And bitch at all the famous parties;
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Such a vision of pure loneliness!
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What an image you profess!
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Don't'cha turn and walk away 'cuz,
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You're getting me depressed.
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In hopes you'd never be alone,
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You bore your cross around your body;
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It was in bad taste
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Immolent and gaudy;
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Boy, are you familiar?
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You're a vision of the loneliness,
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Add an image to the press:
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Ya turn and walk away,
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'Cuz you're happily depressed;
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Inventing your own love loss,
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You invent your own success;
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I'm giving you a name boy,
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You're poor Role Martyr-x;
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You're a vision of our loneliness,
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Like the one that predecessed;
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Return in other ways,
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Unlimited in lowliness,
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You're a ringer for success,
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I hope you find your pain boy,
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Our poor Role Martyr-X:
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Get your gun, get it?
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Get your gun, get it!
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Get your gun, get it?
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Get your gun and get away from me!
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Go!
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One takes one, get it?
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One makes one.
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Is it one hates one,
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Is it, one eats one to make a way for me;
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You are just like me,
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Just get away from me,
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To make a way for me
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So were the visions of your loneliness,
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From an image on TV;
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Don't turn and walk away,
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Your depressed so happily,
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Inventing your own love lost, envisioning success;
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I hope you die of pain, our
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Poor Role Martyr-X:
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In a visionarial loneliness,
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There's a pattern that repeats;
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I really hate to say but,
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There's a similarity;
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Pontificating loves lost,
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He bitches when he's blessed;
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Your living is in vain boy,
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(Our poor Role Martyr-X);
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Since I am the most humble man in the world.
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Role Martyr X
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Hurt |