Too Deep
Lately, I've been trying to love myself
Instead of focusing on my flaws
The inevitable prsopect of burning in hell
From every destruction I cause
Scapegoat, whore, cunt he says
Spawn of Satan and Alcy
I could drown in these tears I shed
Believing that he thinks about me
I'm on a brink of disaster and war
It's up to me to change it
Believe all the lies, fall to the floor
Cut open my mind, rearrange me
Turn myself into a robot, obeying commands
Allowing him to fuck me in my sleep
Happy Endings for him, for me, bloody hands
I think I finally cut myself too deep
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