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As I kneel at the shallow grave of the stanger I used to be.
I wash thy hands in the blood of pride and vanity.
And where a heart once beat lays a ston so cold it could freeze the fires of hell.
This is where wee close the book becasue there's no more stories to tell.
You helped me kill that man that I used to be, I'm dead inside.
These are the reasons I won't justify, This world you built of twisted lies.
And in my memories I can see the truth.
There to remind me of the scars of you.
Is it hopeless to try and change what just wasn't meant to be?
Or should I just accept this fate, I've been handed as my destiny?
These are the reasons I won't justify, this world you built of twisted lies.
And in my memories I can see the truth.
There to remind me (there to remind me) of these scars of you.
These are the reasons I won't justify, this world you built of twisted lies.
And in my memories I can see the truth.
There to remind me (there to remind me) of these scars of you.
These scars of you.