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Do this for me
Tell me who I am
Show me what real pain is
Teach me of the tears
Tell me... when would you like to die?
Try listening for once
There never was a heart involved
You actually think
You know what I'm talking about, huh?
Show me... how would you like to die?
This is not happening
This isn't here
None of this is real
When I open my eyes you'll be gone
Tempt me... make me open just one eye
Stop. Don't do that.
That's what they want you to do.
It's their razor in your hand
They only wish it could've been their blood on your wrist
Don't tell them... Don't teach them how to cry
When I was a child
I thought I knew everything
And then I knew nothing
I only felt
You won't understand. So don't bother to try.
Leave me feeling nothing
As if it's me who had to die
Heart is broken, wrist is bloody
The look on my face so calm
You too never felt it. Don't lie... |
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תמיד חלמתי
להיות
פאנקיסטית.
מצד שני אני
אוהבת את השיער
שלי. מחובר
לראש, זאת אומרת |
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