Ripped down piece by piece Old life crumbles in your hand I feel deceased No burn, no sickness How surprising is okay Don`t look at me I am shamed I wear my letter You piont your finger Never good enough Never get up Weak like sand And ask your tearing me down The ache in my back The burn in my legs Your sight burns me I feel no more, it said You only die once Lies filthy lies
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