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I can your eyes on my face
I can sense the laughter in this
Well, I can see in your eyes
As they straight back to mine

Well, I feel the
Of fingers
Pointing at my
"Worthless"

I'll up, just not with my voice
to talk back
Time to talk

all that I am
Because all I am is not all you are
And now all left of me
Is only what chosen to leave be

So leave me, in my ruins a mound of flesh
So me, in my ruins: my prison of flesh

But I'm free
And helping me

My hand the gun
Your pulls the trigger
My life is over, about time that I speak up