I stand, and I am poor. It breaks and I am alone.
it is such a perfect escape, embrace, break
take me, silly little me.
I hide behind the door, you will never know
nobody will ever know.
the skin rises up
bright red and then I bleed
My mind is all I have,
my best friend, my only friend
and the music becomes us
lover, it will forever be me
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