I
i keep on talking
gets worse all the time
keeps on tugging
heart over mind
II
i don't wanna be, all alone
anymore, oh
im out of everything i see
out of hope, out of dope
freedom rings, stings, brings me rope
on which to swing my pretty little neck ring, i hope
you'll hear me sing
III
i feel like, i don't feel right
timing and shitty fucking rhyming
i think about lying
but i'd rather die
but i cant stop crying
but i'd rather you see me, as a person
not a shrine to my version of perfection
let me teach you a lesson
IV
wont confess to my trickery
conscience don"t mean shit to me
i am perfection
for all you know, so far from me
i am the infection
that makes your ears bleed
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