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hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, i'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper i think, the deeper i seem to sink,
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll lovely the eyes.
Have they always shown so vacantly?
The more i show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now i'm on display.
I am becoming.
Hurt myself today.
It's all for you.
Do you like, do you like, what i'm becoming?
Cut myself today.
It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as i watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems i've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as i pass through souls of broken glass
I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don't ask me just what i think, trust me,
You don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
'cause i can't.
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