| Clap your hands |
| And come and define this |
| Audio scenarios or intimate violence |
| We all got anger |
| Hidden inside us |
| Fake like you're angels |
| Pretend you're not liars |
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| Your voice inside of my head |
| Tends to run its course |
| Lack of apathy, yes, I know the source |
| My mentality, thoughts that it supports |
| Strengthen my dreams and reinforce |
| I'm insane, but my sanity |
| Wanna divorce |
| 'Cause the pain's the only feeling |
| That I can endorse |
| All the things that you do to me |
| With no remorse |
| So forgive me if I split |
| When the road forks |
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| Yeah, I'm inside out |
| Yeah, I'm comin' down |
| Yeah, I'm tired of being your fuck up |
| Your condescending voice |
| Is all I hear inside my head |
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| Every time I feel somebody lookin' inside |
| I get to losin' my mind |
| I get to losin' my mind |
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| Cut me open, let me bleed |
| Let it pool and puddle under me |
| Such a fool, I wonder what I see |
| Because nothing is what it seems to be |
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| Livin' feral, but I'd rather live like that than hear you speakin' |
| It's amazing how you just sit there believin' |
| Hopefully, you're leavin' and I never hear your voice again |
| I can only hope I find a better choice of friends |
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| Yeah, I'm inside out |
| Yeah, I'm comin' down |
| Yeah, I'm tired of being your fuck up |
| Your condescending voice |
| Is all I hear inside my head |
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| Yeah, I'm inside out |
| Yeah, I'm comin' down |
| Yeah, I'm tired of being your fuck up |
| Your condescending voice |
| Is all I hear inside my head |
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| Yeah, I'm inside out |
| Yeah, I'm comin' down |
| Yeah, I'm tired of being your fuck up |
| Your condescending voice |
| Is all I hear inside my head |
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