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you're free to have what's left of me
these deep-seeded insecurities
sleepness nights and empty dreams
i'm offering you all of these

here i am, for you to see
silver tounge forged in greed
broken thoughts and tattered seams
i'm offering you all of these

callous scars grown from distrust
love replaced with frantic lust
metal heart immured with rust
i'm sure by now you've heard enough

you're free to have what's left of me
i'm yours to do with as you please
guilt, weakness, and jealousy
i'm offering you all of these

of all misfortune, the worst kind of fate is to have been happy.

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