What is left what is left of me?
When I look in the mirror death is all I see
Who am I? What have I become?
What has led me to this point?
I'm fucking done fucking done
These bones are frail my mind is weak
my lungs collapse and my thought are bleak.
Get me out of this life.
When all is said and done
my body I'm watching myself to the flames
Do I have to lose myself to really die
This time I'll walk free
Just leave my soul please
I watched from the inside out as I walked through the lie awake
These bones are frail this mind is false
I'm not myself. Across the room it twists the rope
What is left what is left of me?
When I look in the mirror death is all I see
Who am I? What have I become?
What has led me to this point?
I'm fucking done fucking done
These bones are frail my mind is weak my lungs collapse
This time I'll walk free
Just leave my soul please
I watched from the inside out as I walked through the lie awake
These bones are frail this mind is false
I'm not myself. Across the room it twists the rope
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