Living in a mine field, trying not to set off the bombs, cover myself up with a paintbrush, to hide who I truly am
cover myself up with a paintbrush, because I don't want you to see the real me.
Of Blood Run Down My Face, Then I Realize I'm Nothing... An Image Of Disgrace. Crying tears, dying of pain, making me sick, as the blackness in my heart gains.
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