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A knife in my back,
A slit to my wrist...
As the day turns into night
And the sky turns deep and grey...
Endless lies
Endless fears...
A knife in my back,
A slit to my wrist...
You cut me deep inside concealing your scars well
you'd bruise my eyes and spread your lies...
Each day I would drag myself out of bed
A terrible sting, an aching head...