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The evil that I hold inside
Bed of nails on which I lie
I made it
There's nowhere left for me to hide
Racing towards the other side
I hate it
All of my ranting and raving
I'm waxing and waning
And I don't see an end in sights
Maybe I'm just masquerading
As way beyond saving
So I don' t even have to fight
So cold to live without a soul
But I do my best to make things right
I roll deeper down the hole
I've been holding on with all my might
But in spite of my trying, I feel like I'm dying
And I can't hear a word you say
All of the drinking and lying, the games that I play
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
I think I'm running out of time
All I seem to leave behind's destruction
I can't undo what I have signed
It's no way to take back time
I loved them
Nobody wanted to find me
A way back to guide me
Kept feeling like I wasn' t right
Maybe I'm encapsulating
Somebody else saving
You really need to just sit tight
So cold to live without a soul
But I do my best to make things right
Alone without a heart or home
No one else can see it's fight or flight
Because they're trying to hide me
I feel like I'm blinding
Or was I never in their sight
No one's rewinding the time here
I'm left alone trying
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
Nothing seems to make me feel OK
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