You deleted your evidence You've depleted yourself Face down, wasn't got enough You have to give me your hell Not much more inside of me left to lose Noone hates me quite like you (You can show me the proof) Out of mind My own, self loading I don't need help from you I know, I'm lonely What am I supose to do? You believe, that you're innocent You relieving your guilt The joury seems to be dead locked You got to drama your melt Seems like everyone guaranted demon's truth One make someone hate like you (And this the something to proof) But, out of mind My own, self loading I don't need help from you I know, I'm lonely What am I supose to do! Out of mind My own, self loading I don't need help from you I know, I'm lonely What am I supose to do? Without my coldest memories of you I know, I'm angry And I don't need help from you
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