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I hate this lie I sell to all

I hate the way I start to stall

I hate the way I give into the fall

I hate the way I lie to you

I hate the way you buy into the lie

it makes me wish that I could cry

I want to tell about the lie, the fake

but I know that if I did, your heart would break

so I swallow the truth and lay down the lie

and inside I slowly begin to die

I wish that my heart would choose just one

I wish that my mind would just be done,

done playing these childish games

and just go down in painful flames

this god damn confusion is all too much

I get the glass and tightly clutch

my cure, the answer for all the hurt

the way to make me no longer feel like dirt

the way to hide all the pain away

the way to make it all better today

this sharp cold edge is all I need

to stop the hurt, and make me bleed

the blood assures im still alive

even though in my mind I may think to strive

to stop that truth from being true

to say this life is like morning dew

here today and gone tomorrow

so I no longer have to drown my sorrow

and I live not for myself but for others

the ones who make me feel like we're brothers