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BLEED OUT
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Take a hard look at yourself
You think you did your job well?
You made a monster outta me
'fore I could be something else
I suffered everything
'cuz anything was better than Hell
Now all that's left of me
Is taped up in a box on a shelf
I told the world about
The shit you made me keep to myself
Don't want the karma
But I pray someday you'll feel how it felt
You made me miserable
It turns out everybody could tell
Oh well
You still know where to send help
You can find me in West Covina
Where my "mother" watched
Her least favorite kid bleed out
Thirty red lines!
I stained my favorite tee, how?
Do I go back?
What do I do with me now
You see how you fucked it all up for a kid
I hate you
But you taught me how to forgive
I bite the hand that I feed off of daily
You'd say, "turn to God"
But now you cannot make me
No, you cannot make me
I walked around carelessly
With bags that I been carrying
Since I was barely 17
And people started caring less
I grew up physically
But in my head I still remain a kid
If these years are my best
Hope the memories look different
I'm dying in West Covina
Why do the worst people claim they love Jesus?
They said the grave I've been digging got deeper
Think I'mma die a sick unbeliever
You can find me in West Covina
Where my "mother" watched
Her least favorite kid bleed out
Thirty red lines!
I stained my favorite tee, how?
Do I go back?
What do I do with me now
You see how you fucked it all up for a kid
I hate you
But you taught me how to forgive
I bite the hand that I feed off of daily
You'd say, "turn to God"
But now you cannot make me
No, you cannot make me
Take a hard look at yourself
You think you did your job well?
You made a monster outta me
'fore I could be something else
I suffered everything
'cuz anything was better than Hell
Now all that's left of me
Is taped up in a box on a shelf
I told the world about
The shit you made me keep to myself
Don't want the karma
But I pray someday you'll feel how it felt
You made me miserable
It turns out everybody could tell
Oh well
You still know where to send help
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