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Misguided Angel
Changing minds
Cleansing hearts
That's what you promise, isn't it?
To rid me of my pain, of my madness
But what if I'm happy this way?
What if I enjoy being the buffoon of the show?
If I say no, what will you do?
Will you hurt me?
Will you say I'll burn in hell?
Answer my questions, I don't understand
How can you say I'll be safe, if I won't be mine?
You took my friend
Changed who she was
Now, she's nothing
All that's left of her is a shell
I don't even recognize her anymore
If I go with you, who will return?
Who I've always been,
Or another boy wearing the same face?
If I look in a mirror, will I recognize myself?
This is it
I'm done being yours
All you are is questions without answers
People too afraid to accept they'll die
If you wonder where I am,
Just ask your little black book
I'm sure it'll lead the way
Cleansing hearts
That's what you promise, isn't it?
To rid me of my pain, of my madness
But what if I'm happy this way?
What if I enjoy being the buffoon of the show?
If I say no, what will you do?
Will you hurt me?
Will you say I'll burn in hell?
Answer my questions, I don't understand
How can you say I'll be safe, if I won't be mine?
You took my friend
Changed who she was
Now, she's nothing
All that's left of her is a shell
I don't even recognize her anymore
If I go with you, who will return?
Who I've always been,
Or another boy wearing the same face?
If I look in a mirror, will I recognize myself?
This is it
I'm done being yours
All you are is questions without answers
People too afraid to accept they'll die
If you wonder where I am,
Just ask your little black book
I'm sure it'll lead the way
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