My record spins in sync with my mind, trying to forget the life I left behind
But the monsters they won't let me go, the demons tell me you hate me so
I'll go make myself feel something more, I'll carve out on my skin the truth - *"you *****
For that's what I am as you've told me so many times, just let me leave and escape my mind
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
My record spins in sync with my mind, trying to forget the life I left behind
But the monsters they won't let me go, the demons tell me you hate me so
I'll go make myself feel something more, I'll carve out on my skin the truth - *"you *****
For that's what I am as you've told me so many times, just let me leave and escape my mind
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