I hate my voice*
My skin and my mind
It's like there’s always a fight
Between the things I think and I feel
When I know that sometimes
The words that come out of my mouth
They just aren't right
I want to start new again
The wool is over my eyes
I'm in denial, I'm in denial
And I feel fine
For the first time in such a long time
It feels good to be alive
I think I'm ready to try
From good to bad
To worse to dead
You can cut my throat
Or break my hands
Right now is all that I have left
It's all that I have

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