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Pain Room
Sick of what I am(the pain flows freely)
I am not a man (they feast greedily)
I can't escape fate, I'm forever torn
I sit amongst them, they stab me with words sharp as steel
They all tear at me, to break me down, this can't be real
I've bled a thousand times in my life, yet this is far worse
How the fuck do you heal when they all see you as a curse
sometimes I sit there, wishing I could burn it all away with fire
but then I would be just as ugly as them burning with desire
