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Known Why
Dispassionate about the way I am treated.
The easiest solution left for me is to become
this heartless, empty machine making cold-hearted calculated decisions.
If that armour shatters will remorse come?
Worn away everything that's true.
You twist and bend to a way you think is right.
Piece by piece can you rebuild something I've carefully sifted to stay apart?
The reason is clear, I won't hurt anymore.
You should've known why,
You must already know.
The cost of my misfortune collects everything I swore I'd protect.
On my knees I'm powerless.
Steal what makes me stable.
With no hope for a saviour.
My sense of survival surely will keep me alive.
The situation takes a turn for the worst.
Now the knife is being held to my throat.
Piece by piece can you rebuild something I've carefully sifted to stay apart.
The reason is clear, I won't hurt anymore.
If I am ever given the chance to get rid of these scars.
I wouldn't give it a try, I'm okay with how I am.
If you want to heal me you better understand
underneath these scars I'm still the same.
Come to understand me.
You should've known why,
You must already know.
The cost of my misfortune collects everything I swore I'd protect.
On my knees I'm powerless.
Steal what makes me stable.
With no hope for a saviour.
My sense of survival surely will keep me alive...
The easiest solution left for me is to become
this heartless, empty machine making cold-hearted calculated decisions.
If that armour shatters will remorse come?
Worn away everything that's true.
You twist and bend to a way you think is right.
Piece by piece can you rebuild something I've carefully sifted to stay apart?
The reason is clear, I won't hurt anymore.
You should've known why,
You must already know.
The cost of my misfortune collects everything I swore I'd protect.
On my knees I'm powerless.
Steal what makes me stable.
With no hope for a saviour.
My sense of survival surely will keep me alive.
The situation takes a turn for the worst.
Now the knife is being held to my throat.
Piece by piece can you rebuild something I've carefully sifted to stay apart.
The reason is clear, I won't hurt anymore.
If I am ever given the chance to get rid of these scars.
I wouldn't give it a try, I'm okay with how I am.
If you want to heal me you better understand
underneath these scars I'm still the same.
Come to understand me.
You should've known why,
You must already know.
The cost of my misfortune collects everything I swore I'd protect.
On my knees I'm powerless.
Steal what makes me stable.
With no hope for a saviour.
My sense of survival surely will keep me alive...
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