Self Control?

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Punch a mirror into shards, just to use the glass

To create some scars, temptation's curse

A fragile facade, faked till now

If I didn't, I'd get fake sympathy, mimics of care somehow

Trust me, none can save if you don't know what 'safe' means

Safe is just a word when the heart feels unhealed

Self-control doesn't exist, I just hold myself back

From ruining me, got no drugs, still an addict, that's a fact

Addicted to agony, a twisted relief

What's my plan for the future, can't you see?



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