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the other part doesn't want to show itself
please don't look at me when i'm so ugly now
i feel,
i feel,
i feel and i dont know what to do with it
it makes me sick
she tells me i can't fold back into myself
those things i put up on the shelf,
wanna take them all back now

how can you start back up when you're not sure where you left yourself,
the end is obvious, i'm still scared of it
never even had the guts to destroy myself
i gave it over,
let them do it for me