What a tragic affection to harbor A solace-seeking salvation to squander Such a beautiful burden to bear alone, I know Read some fictions of violence Breaking the silence, hiding awake from the deception Guarding desperate secrets buried below And you know Chorus Tell me again your fucked-up excuses Dying fighting a life of abuse, when Fame is your game You say I'm to blame But you know But you know This moment carries my last hesitation Seducing anger to haste a separation Your solemn piece of a guilty net it grows so cold [I know most of that line isn't quite right] Every breath now strengthens my affliction My tears have faded, all hope with your conviction You were never the martyr you pretended to be And you know Chorus Tell me again your faultless excuses Holding on at the end of a news, when Fame is your game You say I'm to blame But you know But you know How they love you now Teardrops rain down Nobody cares, nobody cares Chorus
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