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Life, is mine for the taking
Death, I'm so close yet so far
Love, is for losers.
You, broke what is left of my heart
Oh, how I adore the deadly friction of my razor blade
The only thing I can control
Unseen beauty is for the lucky ones I am but a misfit
I hide behind a shadow, praying to never be seen
Happy, to the world I may seem.
Sad, I can never be.
Hurt, look behind these eyes you'll see.
Haunted, my heart battered and chained.
Oh, how I adore the deadly friction of my razor blade
The only thing I can control
Unseen beauty is for the lucky ones I am but a misfit
If I could I would destroy the one thing I hate ..... Me
Death, I'm so close yet so far
Love, is for losers.
You, broke what is left of my heart
Oh, how I adore the deadly friction of my razor blade
The only thing I can control
Unseen beauty is for the lucky ones I am but a misfit
I hide behind a shadow, praying to never be seen
Happy, to the world I may seem.
Sad, I can never be.
Hurt, look behind these eyes you'll see.
Haunted, my heart battered and chained.
Oh, how I adore the deadly friction of my razor blade
The only thing I can control
Unseen beauty is for the lucky ones I am but a misfit
If I could I would destroy the one thing I hate ..... Me
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