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Lashing out again
Concrete paint cracks
Punching the walls again
Is it better than punching someone else?
He don’t play their fucking games no more
Quite amazing, individual
Trusted exterior, nothing doing no more
Scared of himself and what he is now
And he don’t know where he’s going
Just a twisted fearful rage
Fucking cuts mean nothing
When your heads somewhere else
And he doesn’t know any more
Noone notices whats going on
With him, he’s always been there to help
Not to be helped, he’s always ok
Until he cracks and shatters
Searing his own little world
And he knows just why
And how he hates himself
Because he made the choice
And he’s trying to make it back out
He don’t play their fucking games
He don’t play their fucking games
He don’t play their fucking games
No he don’t play their fucking games
Not any more.
Concrete paint cracks
Punching the walls again
Is it better than punching someone else?
He don’t play their fucking games no more
Quite amazing, individual
Trusted exterior, nothing doing no more
Scared of himself and what he is now
And he don’t know where he’s going
Just a twisted fearful rage
Fucking cuts mean nothing
When your heads somewhere else
And he doesn’t know any more
Noone notices whats going on
With him, he’s always been there to help
Not to be helped, he’s always ok
Until he cracks and shatters
Searing his own little world
And he knows just why
And how he hates himself
Because he made the choice
And he’s trying to make it back out
He don’t play their fucking games
He don’t play their fucking games
He don’t play their fucking games
No he don’t play their fucking games
Not any more.
hey, what the hell happened here?
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