We turn ourselves inside out,
hiding from what we really are,
it takes a bullet,
to show what color we really are
I feel weak,
and I, can't stop to think,
all I feel is you,
tormenting me,
haunting me,
I feel weak
This haunting cannot continue,
I'm so afraid to open my eyes and see,
all that I'll never be,
just make it go away
I feel weak,
and I, can't stop to think,
all I feel is you,
tormenting me,
haunting me,
I feel weak
So just pull it,
deadly bullet,
I know you don't mean it,
I feel weak
Ash to ash,
dust to dust,
hate me if you will,
I do what I must
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