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How can you love someone so bent on self-destructionA damaged prototype they canceled my mass production
I know if you could see my scars you'd be lost within their depth
They carve such a long road there is almost nothing left
Someone seemed to believe that I did not deserve to be
What is left of the mutilation is what you see to be me
These memories live inside of me never to fade away
They swim to the surface to remind me every single day
Tell me what is the point of following your dreams
Once they are achieved they are never what they seem
I can tell you now I thought I would be so much more
No one ever aspires to be diseased at their core
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