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It doesn’t matter what I do, there is no getting through to you

You’ve had the wrong impression all along, I don’t think you’d want the right one

Some things just aren’t worth the time, and some words better left unsaid

There will be no way inside, just another thing I must leave behind

I should face up to the truth, that I’ve done this to myself

I’ve brought myself more pain than anyone else ever could

And all along I’d pretend there was nothing wrong, while death found it’s way inside



You treat me like dirt, well maybe that’s just what I am

You place me far beneath, I guess that’s where I should belong

Along with what you think of me, this self-inflicted hell

You just don’t know how it feels, to be so misunderstood

You’ll never feel the pain that I feel, nor bleed the way I bleed

But that’s just because I’m the victim, the victim and the killer

I’ve put myself through everything, until there’s nothing left



I guess it’s good you don’t want to know me

Because even now I don’t want to know myself

For all I’ve done, and all I’m known for

And what you think of me, what everyone must think of me now

It just had to be this way, didn’t it?

It just had to be done, didn’t it?

I’ll fall away this time