I guess it's time I run far, far away find comfort in pain. All pleasure's the same it just keeps me from trouble. Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray. I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble. How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind. Hold memory close at hand. Help me understand the years. How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell. How I wish I would save my soul. I'm so cold from fear.
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