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let me bleed my words

to help you hear me out

my infections flow free

but for some reason

in me you take doubt



i cant fight you anymore

gotta get up off the floor

its all becoming too real

the pain deep inside

is raging, no longer can it hide

sometimes i wish you knew...



im sorry im not what you want

not perfect in your eyes...



now its too late

you kept me tight too long

i gotta get away

but dont take the blame

im the one thats wrong



i cant fight you anymore

gotta get up off the floor

its all becoming too real

the pain deep inside

is raging, no longer can it hide

sometimes i wish you knew...



im sorry im not what you want

not perfect in your eyes...





im sorry im not perfect

not at all what you want

im sorry im being me

i dont give a fuck



i cant fight you anymore

gotta get up off the floor

its all becoming too real

the pain deep inside

is raging, no longer can it hide

sometimes i wish you knew...



im sorry im not what you want

not perfect in your eyes...



i can't fight you anymore

(im sorry im not what you want...)

its all becoming too real

(not perfect in your eyes...)

sometimes i wish you knew

(im sorry...)