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My lie is all clouds and rain,
I see everthing through frames of pain.
I desperately need to love and be free,
But everything I do, everthing I believe is in vain.

This isn't my fault, it's something inside me.
I can't see it but it damn sure can see me.
It prays and feeds on my hopes and dreams.
He claims he controls me, he claims I'll never be free.

An escape I will forever seek,
My mind and body are strong, but my will is weak.
It's taking over and I can't breathe
It has my soul, now I'm just his little ugly freak.