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I'm tired of trying to make others happy

Tired of the past when I had no chioce but to be packing

And I'm not talking tape

I mean the heat that'd leave you faint

And now I have constant reminders when I sleep

These nightmares seem so real and I'm bruised when I wake from these dreams

And when I get some hope it gleams

Then I'm pulled back down as I scream

The evil within keeps its grip on my mind

It take very little to make me blind

Cause when it starts I can't stop the rage

Its like a cage and I'm being teased

The pain is what I grew used to and now its a way to please

And no matter how much I plead

The evil begs for me to bleed

And all too often I give in

I get told my curse is a blessing

But yet my gift is a sin

I lose when I win

And fail when I attempt

To keep the cool and keep the monster inside

Suicidal is what I once resorted to

Thinking if I killed myself it'd kill "it" too

But death has denied me

And the odds I'm defying

So some nights I end up crying

As I look up and ask simply "why me?"