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Which way is the door
I can’t find it, can’t see it anymore
Knuckles bleeding
Ground to dust under your feet
And if I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you
I’m letting go, no more sadness
I’m letting go, no more blame
I’m letting go, no more head trips
I’m letting go, no more pain
This pain’s my friend
It stuck right by me till the very end
There is nothing left that you can do to me
That I haven’t done to myself for an eternity
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you
I’m letting go, no more sadness
I’m letting go, no more blame
I’m letting go, no more head trips
I’m letting go, no more pain
Growing from a single seed
You planted all this hurt and need
The vines, they find the cracks in me
But you are there
But you are there
Are there
Hurts so bad
Doesn’t seem there’s much I can do
Oh my god
Make it stop and I’ll believe you
Believe in you
Believe in you
Believe in you
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
If I don’t kill you, someone else will
Believe in me |
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