A constant sting
A mind full of doubt
I am rotting away before my own eyes
I was born with a curse
Born into self-loathing
Born into pain
I’m sick of asking why
I’m bound to this suffering
I’m sick of asking why
I was born with this curse
Bones snapping one by one
This weight is too much
Take this weight from me
I’m sick of asking why
I’m bound to this suffering
I was born with a curse
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