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I stare at walls and count lines
I hate the way the world defines
A piece of me that never cries
I say I'm fine, full of lies
I ruin good things one by one
I love the way it comes undone
I strum a chord, cut the string
I hate the joy it might bring
The mirror shows a face I hate
The lips are thin, the eyes slate
This ugly truth is mine alone
I press it down with heavy stone
The mirror shows a face I hate
The lips are thin, the eyes slate
I wear it like a favorite stain
I own the mess that I contain
I ruin good things one by one
I love the way it comes undone
I strum a chord, cut the string
I hate the joy it might bring
The mirror shows a face I hate
The lips are thin, the eyes slate
This ugly truth is mine alone
I press it down with heavy stone
The mirror shows a face I hate
The lips are thin, the eyes slate
I wear it like a favorite stain
I own the mess that I contain