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<center>Throwing up my vanity,
Screaming at the walls,
Wasting into nothings
And lying on the falls

I hear the beating of this heart, burning in my head. Better alive and breathing than better off dead? Maybe you should see, see with my eyes. How I hurt and bleed and am stabbed with lies. Wipe my running eyeliner; it spoils my face, showing that I'm a nothing, just wasting of space.

Breaking this sanity,
It beckons to rot,
To poison paths of good,
And torture the not

I hear the beating of this heart, burning in my head. Better alive and breathing than better off dead? Maybe you should see, see with my eyes. How I hurt and bleed and am stabbed with lies. Wipe my running eyeliner; it spoils my face, showing that I'm a nothing, just wasting of space.

It's cold here,
So deep in my grave,
A moment of peace to rest
Just to save


I hear the beating of this heart, burning in my head. Better alive and breathing than better off dead? Maybe you should see, see with my eyes. How I hurt and bleed and am stabbed with lies. Wipe my running eyeliner; it spoils my face, showing that I'm a nothing, just wasting of space.</center>