I want to be torn apart excruciatingly
I punish my body 'cause it's not good enough for me
The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed
The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed
They say that it gets better but I guess that was a lie
I guess we all just fake it 'til we die
Sympathy and love we can extend to someone else
But it's harder when you have to love yourself
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