I can't fight it, so why try it,
Not like I can't take the lie,
Easy indulgence,
Drown in burning,
Lost in pure ignorance...

So why say, that I was, meant to suffer...?
just leave it to dry out by the sun...
It's not like it's been the first time...

I want to be sedated...
Shot up and locked away,
Within my own padded white room...
Disillusioned little goner.

I can't seem to want it,
get used to crying,
should I just give up the fight?

I stand here, solely defeated,
surely defeated, And your smile comes back to haunt me...
I can't look back into your eyes,
look away when you start to talk...
Your voice the hot branding iron,

I was only made to suffer...
I was only created to suffer...
My sole purpose is to suffer...
I can't seem to relate to others...

 
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