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Why d i make it so hard, without thought To, was it truth
From self-induced ruin, so ready to fuck myself again, so ready to fuck myself over
So ready to fuck myself over, so ready to fuck myself again, that something would change me that led me to see the mistakes
Why d i make it so hard, was it strength To, would just fall into place
Was it strength, or weakness just desperately searching
Without thought, was it truth
That had gutted my frame, far beneath self-induced wreckage, disappointment of fear that led me to question all things
Was it strength, yearning for purpose, for something to fix
so quick to doubt
from self-induced ruin
That had gutted my frame, why d i make it so hard Quick, why d i make it so hard
so quick to doubt
wrong in assuming
Wrong in assuming, was it strength
That had gutted my frame, that something would change me that led me to see the mistakes Quick, yearning for purpose
I rest in pathetic assurance, so ready to fuck myself over
far beneath self-induced wreckage
So quick to doubt, for something to fix, that nothing at all
Or weakness just desperately searching, to try and rebuild what remains from, that had gutted my frame
from self-induced ruin
Logic or reason, that nothing at all
wrong in assuming
why d i make it so hard
So ready to fuck myself over, wrong in assuming
Was it strength, was it strength
Wrong in assuming, without thought
so ready to fuck myself over