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I'm twisted, sadistic, and ill
And I'm not getting better,
because I can't feel
They think I'm crazy and
that may be true .
but I certainly know
I'm not as crazy as you.
I'm just the one that got caught.
So maybe I'm not as good
at being crazy as I thought?
I wish I could forget.
Just whipe the slate clean.
Then maybe I could believe the world was my friend again.
Like it was when I was green.
Put on a show,
Maybe cry,
Can you keep a secret?
Good, Shh...I want to die.
Say I don't want to talk about him because he royally fucked me up.
And now im left with this thing they say is a heart?
But to me it's just an empty space that he stole then broke apart
As I've grown older
I've gotten colder.
Now I'm just twisted, sadistic, and ill
He didn't save me, he went in for the kill.
