This strong hostility
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop the pain from the beatings.
Out screaming these lies
Uncovering my cries.
My frost-bitten spirit,
And i can't bare it.
Wishing for the truth
Show me the proof.
I'm coping with the pain
But i end up with these blood stains
I try to make a sound
But it's too profound.
I hear you loud in clear
But it still doesn't take away my fear
I refuse
And yet i'm still being used
I was too late
And now all i have is fate
I tried to debate
But now im left with hate
I'm done with the pain
So let's end the game
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