NOTE: This is a song/lyric. Read it as one.

Promises, that you made,
Were easily broken,
The simple truths, that you knew,
Were easily obscured,
And all I was left with was a memory,
Of when things were good between us,
Of when we lived our lives as one;

And when I look at my face,
and it singes to ugly,
Makes me wonder if the scars,
Will ever forgive me,
Would you?

I want a beast to guide me over,
Well it worked it got me in,
I want to hear what I've been hiding,
Well I knew it wasn't sin,
But if I spoke I got rejected,
And if I breathed I'd get kicked in,
And I'm spoiling my own empathetic views of tired burning skin;

And I'm Wrong,
I'm a man with no isolation,
Between what's here and what's not,
I'm suffering from seclusion,
Trapped in my own delusions of reality...

I justified my reasons for living,
With a simple smile and a blood stained grin,
I'm lonely and I can't keep breathing,
I think I want to sedate this pain,
I think I'm whining again,
I can't help myself, I'm so miserable,
Falling into mirrors, I'm vain,

And when I look at my face,
and it singes to ugly,
Makes me wonder if the scars,
Will ever forgive me,
Would you?

I want a beast to guide me over,
Well it worked it got me in,
I want to hear what I've been hiding,
Well I knew it wasn't sin,
But if I spoke I got rejected,
And if I breathed I'd get kicked in,
And I'm spoiling my own empathetic views of tired burning skin;

And I'm Wrong,
I'm a man with no isolation,
Between what's here and what's not,
I'm suffering from seclusion,
Trapped in my own delusions of reality...

I believe my demons are slowly breeding,
I hear little footsteps in my head,
I'm selfish like others I drown all my sorrows,
In drinks that stink,
I can't keep the pieces from falling apart,
I'm breaking, breaking,
I feel like I'm ugly and vile from within,
Still I smile like I'm happy,

I want a beast to guide me over,
Well it worked it got me in,
I want to hear what I've been hiding,
Well I knew it wasn't sin,
But if I spoke I got rejected,
And if I breathed I'd get kicked in,
And I'm spoiling my own empathetic views of tired burning skin;

And I'm Wrong,
I'm a man with no isolation,
Between what's here and what's not,
I'm suffering from seclusion,
Trapped in my own delusions of reality...

What pulls me in as I die,
What pulls me in as I die,
What pulls me in as I die,
What pulls me in is a lie...

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