cuts on my brain
weakens the pain
gives away blame
yet everything's the same
got myself home
always alone
barren phone
my cover is blown
won't hide from
I see what I've done
this moment was fun
back to one
back to black
back to black
got a few cracks
lots left to lack
there's a beauty to empty
for nothing exists
a place to build
a wide abyss
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