(to nirvana's "heart-shaped box) (Music) i faked my death now i return to hell i hear that pain inside clear as a bell i threw myself into this role playing now i'm soulless and i'm left alone saying hey, wait i'm left inside this shell forever stuck inside this wall hey, wait, i'm running straight pell-mell waiting for you to give me a call (music) i pause in transition and now i take a breath i walk down to the corner and i hang a left role-playing once again and sick of it i give my self the count of two and now i sit (chorus) (music) i run back to my gravesite the real me is dead i reach up and deftly quick unscrew my head left behind in muck i think i'm right to be think i feel right and wrong just to be me (chorusx2) you'll call(x4) (music to stop)Birth sign: Aries
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