Close the door Open your mind Break down the walls In which I am confined Love the cold feel of steel against my head If I was loved would I be thinking as if I am dead? People hug me and think everything is fine and good But underneath it all I am misunderstood Wish that we all had someone to cry to But that dream will never come true All we have in our life is ourselves nothing more And if you think different I have no pity for you At one time or another we all wish we were dead Nothing is wrong with us Everyone asks what is inside your head Tell them it is better than the shit in their's Walking around with false pretences Alone as usual I'll always be It will never be one woman Who can change the bastard that is me Were all a little fucked up inside But insted of hiding it So me and everyone else your pride Be yourself and no one else no matter the cost I am me and my own fucking boss Fuck the WorldBirth sign: Aries
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