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Could I—
End my life with a knife sharpened of problems
Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns
A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein
Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
But my wings have yet to work
But my wings have yet to work
Change means nothing when nothing wants to change
Save your strength for the first disappointment
Change means nothing when nothing wants to change
Save your strength for the first...
Forever is such an unpleasant word
It begins to eat you from the inside out
Beg for sleep
As the noose is tied around...
Around your neck
A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein
Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
But my wings have yet to work
But my wings have yet to work
Forever is such an unpleasant word
It begins to eat you
From the inside out
Beg for sleep
As this noose is tied around...
Your neck
As it's tied around your neck
Could I—
End my life with a knife sharpened of problems
Sharpened of problems
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