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Messiah
I grew to love this fear
So I become a messiah that worships everybody even when they dress in black with torns on their head
I still lay flowers over their feet
Because I use to believe it is the only path to be cherished
But then I grew older,
Reality turn my love into hatred
Quench this thirst for validation with scars they carve against my skin
From walking over my shattered soul
They torn in repeat.
So I become a messiah that worships everybody even when they dress in black with torns on their head
I still lay flowers over their feet
Because I use to believe it is the only path to be cherished
But then I grew older,
Reality turn my love into hatred
Quench this thirst for validation with scars they carve against my skin
From walking over my shattered soul
They torn in repeat.
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