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I refuse to let the rumors keep me up at night
But oh god do I want to know
Why anyone would stoop so low
To come between me and my world

Rid me of these filthy desires
I'm tired of being; I want a way out of this cursed life
I move to blur the lines
Create a reality of my design

I feel dead inside

The way I see it
Life isn't a gift, it's a death sentence
For its not what you do that may stay but the choices you make and how you experience

How can you sleep at night
Inside my mind I see you running for your life
As you're chased by your own mistakes
Made to relive and suffer and take your own damage
Breathe with me as this anxiety peels away my skin
Until I feel nothing

I swear if I ever catch wind of you
Out of place; you will pray for forgiveness
And the last thing you witness before you're forgotten is water displacing the remaining oxygen

The way I see it
Life isn't a gift, it's a death sentence
For it's not what you do that may stay but the choices you make
And how you experience