I need some room to breathe, because I've lost all I believe. Like a bratty little child, going rabid and wild. Foaming out my mouth and pouring out my eyes, tired of all the lies. I'm choking, please tell me your joking. Just strike me down with your light, I won't fight. Send me to the darkest depths, filled with torment to the sinners since their deaths. Tear my skin with the lake of fires chains, continue these back pains. Something to feel other then lost, please whatever the cost. I'm done being him and i, tired of life being a lie. Words that are never really heard, are better described with one word. False.
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