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When your heart beats a hundred and ten
And you know not when it stops
You walk through life uncaring, sometimes
You just take whatever you lack

When you throw up alone and grab the sink
And see your haggard face in the mirror
You yearn for a hand to steady you
But there's no one there,
only a shadow of you and your wasted youth

It is ironic, isn't it?
When life holds such promise
You find yourself on your knees
And praying for some measure of release

Cut me some slack, for what I lack
You scream inside your mind
Outside you smile, inside you die
You know you are not fooling anyone
You're made up of a thousand lies

Promises thrown against the wind
You think you'll keep them? What a sin
To make a heart bleed just for you

You think it will help? It won't
Nothing would, you're damned
This world, your passions burned
It is your only truth.