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I'm sick of this hateful game.
The words must all seem the same,
Search for someone else to blame.
The thousands of lies,
I've given life so many tries,
My fears turn to cries,
Ending when someone dies.
Take me away from here,
Of course, I'll disappear.
Does this mean that I don't have to pretend?
I couldn't protect myself, couldn't defend,
Excited, now, I anticipate the end.