don't come to me with your problems I don't need them your conscience is a weight that I won't hold you'd rather be the only one who pretends is it cause you've been bought and sold so young
don't ask me questions cause I don't got the answers if you only knew what time would tell it's all a test and lessons that you can't learn you'll know when you spend your time in hell
so as your blood's running thin your time's running out no one will be listening not even when you shout when your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out that no one will be with you in the end
a hypocrite you're just a contradiction rapped up in your lies who knows what's real well this is it your lonely life of fiction do you even know how to feel
so as your blood's running thin your time's running out no one will be listening not even when you shout when your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out that no one will be with you in the end
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