The strong look down upon me,
as I bow my shameful head.
I never said I'd be better off dead.

If I'm sick and you are wise,
Then, beyond a flicker of a doubt,
tell me, what the truth to these trials.
You can't?
I never said I'd be surprised.

All you have are is all of your lies,
Things you think to feed the void.

How can you say you know me,
and still shame me for the razor blade?
I know the truth. That we're afraid.

I know the darkness of not knowing.
I live the cruelty of not feeling.

You say that I'm a coward,
Now say that you are not...?

Now will you take my hand and help me find the truth?

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