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What you thinking 'bout boy?

Are you picturing my insides outside of me?

Did you think I'd want more?

My own blade's sharp enough to hurt me

I'm getting used to it, pain is temporary

There won't ever be room for happy memories

I'm getting used to it, despair is so contagious

You can take everything, i don't need it anyway

Hey!

It isn't fair

And it will never be

Dust in the air

Is all that we'll ever be

I can't drink a thousand tears

(?)

?

If I don't have the right

Can't pretend anymore

If no one cares, it's not a tragedy

I can't think any morе

Sympathy's earned, sympathy hurts

I'm getting usеd to it, doing it my way

If only yesterday I gave away my rosaries

I'm getting used to it, ?

Cut myself to prove I don't need you anyway

Hey!

It isn't fair

And it will never be

Dust in the air

I'm getting used to it, rip my womb outside of me

? Find me in a steel cage

Wash myself again, I'm as pure as gasoline

Giving up my ?, I can't feel it anyway

Hey

It isn't fair!

And it will never be

Dust in the air

Is all that we'll ever be

I can't drink a thousand tears

(?)

?

If I don't have the right