Feel the cold hands upon me Recollection of my betrayal My betrayal! It is not the pain inside yourself That tears the deepest wounds I drift along suspended in shadows Cold memories escape the haze With sobriety comes recollection It is not the pain inside yourself That tears the deepest wounds It is the pain that you create That consumes your very soul A specter of despair Built on good intentions It is not the pain inside yourself That tears the deepest wounds It is the pain that you create That consumes your very soul
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