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Sick of you
Sick of life
Nothing will suffice.

No pain
No gain
Watch me die again.

I've been burdened and burned,
Been lifted and praised.
But most of all,
I've been ripped and torn.

My feet
My mind
Cannot carry on.

Too fast
Too slow
Put on a show.

Use this masquerade,
Hide who you are.
Once they find out,
Push away.

I can hear you
But I choose not to.
I'm sick of your mind games,
Just give in.

Concealing
Feeling.
It's unappealing,
To show up but not to care.

Suffocating.
Breathing.
Your lies are unravelling,
'Cause you are the devil.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 08, 2015 ⏰

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