i was beaten by the years
but you wouldnt ever know
see this pain i came to love
i called it friend and foe

now this mask they called (me)
they simple could not see
just how fucked up
his reality became to be

after trotting down this trail
for just to god-damn long
my thoughts began to haunt me
like i've become imprisoned in all these days gone wrong

as i hide these bloodied tears
my soul begins to burn
how could i seek help
when help offers no concern

now with you to my left
and these razors to my right
i cant help but find myself
losing this perpetual fight

how can one cope
if one is simply that
two is the magic number
with two there is still hope.
 
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