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Ive done it again tonight
Ive held it in for to long
Its gone out of control
Im no longer in control
Im gone this isnt me
But knowon can tell
Because knowon knows the real
Me
Maby if I go deep enough
Il free what's inside
If I let it run down
Maby there will be nothing left
I already feel empty enough
Its all the same
It dosnt matter where I go
Or who I try
Its all the same
There all the same
Maby il keep going
Until i run dry
Then I wouldnt have to feel
Any of this anymore
Maby then theyl see
That at least I tryed
but couldnt be good enough
So thats why im here
And tonight theyl see me
Lying on the floor
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