I can't find the key to open your eyes
Painted in my deepest scars is a blue and purple sky
Suffocate the cells that recreate the skin
The memory of the knife holds itself deep within
I can't say that I hate you because hate is a lie
Hate is the thing that we use as our defense
We don't know those we hate
We just sit them up in lines
It's when we can't define things not in the light
You should get out of here
I think you've just started a fight
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