I've known disgrace
Torn my body
Broke my bones
Too many times
I trouble my mind
Thinking about heaven
Sitting in hell
Doing time
I've felt desire
Burn my language
Turn my circles
Into lines
I figure my sentence
With no punctuation
I just keep thinking
We're doing fine
Like an empty trash can
Won't be taken
Can't feel nothing
Got nothing inside
You tell me
But I know you're faking
When it comes down to it
You're still mine
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