I am sick with the guilt & I am dipped in the anger
And sex is the thing that has brought me disease
I wanna hurt people, especially ones I know
I am so f*cking scared I just wish I could go
But go to the store or the park or the mountains
I will still be sick there as the anger spews from me like fountains
Like fountains
I can break things, things plastic but things I will remember I broke it is
the the gnawing, the clawing,
The scraper inside wants to clean out all that is inside so theres only
without
A numb hard shell is how they will find me let me show you my best
I would not be that easy to find...
I´ll fit in with the rest...
I´ll fit in with the rest
The past is still with me, it follows not stopping
Slowing me down to show me that nothing´s left in my life
To say that I´ve changed
I am still here obsessing & thinking of nothing
Can´t even be honest with myself
I do not wanna fit in with the rest
I do not wanna fit in with the rest
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