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Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you’ll see.All by myself, I’m alone in such poor company.The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink,I can’t stop the insects that are feeding,Pull the needles from beneath my skin.I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.You’ll lovely the eyes.Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you’ll want to know.I can’t stop the insects that are feeding,Pull the needles from beneath my skin.Now I’m on display.I am becoming.Hurt myself today.It’s all for you.Do you like, do you like, what I’m becoming? Cut myself today.It’s all for you.I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.Pushed through your panes.Seems I’ve landed quite uncomfortably.But as I pass through souls of broken glassI can’t stop the insects that are feeding.Pull the needles from beneath my skin.Please don’t ask me just what I think, trust me,You don’t want to know.Please don’t ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,’cause I can’t.

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