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is something wrong, she said
well of course there is
you're still alive, she said
oh, and do i deserve to be
is that the question
and if so...if so...who answers...who answers...



oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head, i'm spinning, oh,
i'm spinning, how quick the sun can drop away
and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything
all the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
all the love gone bad turned my world to black
tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll be...