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You say it hurts more

the way you do it afterward

Well aren't you proud

So arrogant

your fair skin unblemished

where has it been singed

You say she bleeds more

than I do

and for her it's something real

She's manic She's depressed

Want me to lay your fears to rest?

I have no thoughts

I have no dreams

I have no plots

I have no schemes

Turn around and look at me

Do you recognize the face you see?

I've learned to live in silence

I've learned to speak in fear

I've learned to dream of violence

and I don't want you here

Oh I know that I'm not yelling

I prefer silent suicide

Oh I know I made it up

of course my dear-

I'm fine