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i shouldn’t be a part of your world

there’s so many parts of me that shouldn’t see the light

i shouldn’t share this hell with you

you’ll want to hide away once you know the truth

there’s only one of me

nobody else should drop as far down as i have

inside of this imperfect machine

there’s thorns inside that cannot be removed



just bury me down so deep

and make me into what you want me to be

try to force me into this

i won’t be a part of a world i despise

i want to be one with the heaven in your eyes

but i remain in hell



i cannot have this, i want what cannot ever be grasped

it slowly tears apart at me, collapsing, as i’m left far behind



don’t try to tear off the skin, i’ve been trying to hide what lies within

i’m the flawed reflection of yourself, i’ll never be perfect just like you



do i deserve to be inside? while what is wrong is always right

i’m the thorn to your flower, succumbed to hate, needle in the rose



don’t remind me what i was, because i’m never looking back

don’t tell me who i am, because even i don’t know



so many things are wrong with me, i am just an imperfect machine

it works for everyone else but not for me, all these flaws you’ve never seen



i am not the spectacle, i am not who you want me to be

and i am not the answer, what i’ve wanted can never come to me



inside there is no normality, it’s all gone awry

the light will not be revealed, from everyone i remain concealed



there has never been any love, never been anything at all

this imperfect machine would turn roses to rust

(ashes to ashes and dust to dust)