it takes a whole lot less of your time won’t even try to make you see
take less of what you heard but more than a word
fear will see you through
circle round my head are you wishing i was dead or
wishing i was you
said what i could say walk myself away nothing
comes before
keep your genius to yourself you were never any help
you’re just a fucking whore
you just wander in the dark
no soul no heart
not enough to bleed doesn’t matter who you are
a wound will leave a scar
still shot afraid to come apart to really see
all came to know before they had to go
tired is all you’ll ever be
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