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By Myself |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Wednesday, 30 April 2008 | |
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By Myself
Gripping tight this head of mine Wondering why everything has become distorted in time
The littlest things you do Everything you always are trying to prove
It irritates my skin Makes the blood burn somewhere deep down within
And I can't control the anger in myself Count to ten and I find myself in hell
I can't just seep into the crowd I can't pretend your voice isn't so loud
Thumping nonstop in my brain Is the same old you, far away from sane
And I guess I'm just not what I used to be I'm not like you, some fake effigy
But in the end am I all that better than you Could there be something that I'm trying to prove
Unlike you, I guess I do keep my veins clean But all alone by myself I still scream the same screams Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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