In my head, I suffer
My memories erased
In my heart, a lover
I know I'll be replaced
Expression, muted soft
Through anguish made of glass
My surface made to rot
Its cracks unveil my past

How much could I give?
How much could I take?
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Close my eyes, empty rooms
I know I might be ill
Close my mind from inside
I'll go in for the kill
First by rain, then by fire
Return to mother's womb
I give up chasing you
Don't lacerate my wounds

How much could I give?
How much could I take?
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How much could I take?
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How much could I give?
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