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How do i still want you, With everything you've made me do, You almost taste like hate, And i can't stay away, Self destruction, no pain, Character reduction, slow fade, Lazy reflex, no feeling, Hand...

Ain't everyone afraid of being figured out They're just a fraud, a blank charade Some bluffing hand that's been well played A bleeding mess, a passing fool A lucky dog that's getting by on nothing...