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You like to see me suffer.

Watch as I bleed to dead

It pleasures you to see me like this

After all you’re the one who caused this



I’m the weakness that gives you strength

The one that has to pick up your pieces

The source of your despair

The weak link in this game



Lay your burdens on me

These torments never end

The black sheep still has to endure more

More sorrow and pain



The pain which drives a man insane

Slowly creeps up behind me

Any more suffering and

I will fall right into its hands