blood stained sleeves and you still don't see
tear stained cheeks and you still don't care
i walk with a limp but i'm alright
you can't hear the monsters inside my mind
i lay in bed at night and think
about everything that's wrong with me
maybe if i just try a little more
i can pull myself together
i cry myself to sleep most nights
and i'm afraid of my own mind
i can't stand what's behind my eyes
but i love what's under my skin..... | 
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