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I'm just another body down

Internal bleeding round and round

And all I can think of, are ways to die alone

And all I can think of, are ways to die aloneA portrait of my skeletal gain

Left selfish and hungry so feed me the pain

Escape reality with new pain

Then let the cycle start againAnd all I can think of, are ways to die alone

And all I can think of, are ways to die alone

Dream of content, a pain filtered farm

All I can sayDreams are bad

When all they do is leave the truth behind

Dreams are bad

When negativity's a state of mind