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Pride & Failure

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Late at night I walked down the street
I was on my way home
It seemed that rain would last forever
Some kinda rain that could drill my skin, third bound is done
The bell has rung and I think you’ve won
You hit me hard ‘til I was bruised and bloody
Your words felt like a thousand fists made of stone
I’m sick of thinking of you
I’ve been fucking myself
And you know I know how to do it fine
I’m sick of thinking about all the shit that you have spoken
And right now there’s no chances up for you
I’ve built a lie and now I have to wear this crown of thorns
Cuz in your head I’m ugly and complicated
In your head I won’t exist no more
And I tried to carry on, because I have to carry on
Finding myself, far from your smile
Far from your games, far from your eyes
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