G Please believe in what I sayD Cause I’m running out of ways to conveyEm This lack of faith in myselfC That's becoming my own personal hellC Vicious cold now settles inEm My bones feel like their breaking through my skinD Well god damn you you're feeding on my lonelinessG What an awful way to live, what a way to live
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