This is it

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This is it
There's nothing more for me
I'll never be where I need to be
My skin will always be like this

Those who know, know I'm broken
And not even death can fix it
Those who don't know, never will
We can both hide from the truth

This is it
I don't want anything left for me
I'll never be where I need to be
And my skin looks better in red.

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