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your words will cut me
(just like you)
wrap like twine around me
twist everything i do
(well it’s not worth it if i don’t scream -)
but pain is just some little thing
(past this skittering breath – )
this stupid helplessness
of fiery steel -
and i push back down this inner weakness
(yeah you know that’s all it is)
i talk quietly and then we’ll just pretend
it’ll be fine
it’ll be fine
it’ll be fine
it’ll be