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Now you know.
So now the room is empty.
So are you.
You feel all alone.
The people have left the room.
You polish off that drink.
Like you always do.
Looking down into your cup,
You don't hate the world-
You just hate you.
You hate your walk, your talk
Your laugh, you hate your ass
To your ears, your fears,
They all come true and now you're all alone
And no one picks up the phone, you're stuck with you.
The shit you do.
You smile, and laugh, you tell jokes, but your inner path..
You know you're through.
If you aren't helping other people, in your mind you're worthless.
You should be dead, you don't deserve this.
Your beauty doesn't go beyond your surface.
Your friends say you're great-
It's all a big play. You take center stage
Like you do every day.
You wanna be you, but you don't like you.
It's true, they all think they know you.
You know the truth.
When you wrap that woven portal to the underworld around your neck,
And take that leap to see what's next,
They'll call it a tragedy, and nobody knew what was the matter with me.
But now, you do.
So are you.
You feel all alone.
The people have left the room.
You polish off that drink.
Like you always do.
Looking down into your cup,
You don't hate the world-
You just hate you.
You hate your walk, your talk
Your laugh, you hate your ass
To your ears, your fears,
They all come true and now you're all alone
And no one picks up the phone, you're stuck with you.
The shit you do.
You smile, and laugh, you tell jokes, but your inner path..
You know you're through.
If you aren't helping other people, in your mind you're worthless.
You should be dead, you don't deserve this.
Your beauty doesn't go beyond your surface.
Your friends say you're great-
It's all a big play. You take center stage
Like you do every day.
You wanna be you, but you don't like you.
It's true, they all think they know you.
You know the truth.
When you wrap that woven portal to the underworld around your neck,
And take that leap to see what's next,
They'll call it a tragedy, and nobody knew what was the matter with me.
But now, you do.
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