Don't come to me with your problems
I don't need them
Your conscience is a weight
that I won't hold
You'd rather be
The only one who pretends
Is it 'cause you've been
Bought and sold so young?
Don't ask me questions
Cause I don't got the answers
If you only knew what time will tell
It's all a test
The lessons that you can't learn
You'll know when you spend your time in hell
So as your blood's running thin
Your time's running out
No one will be listening
Not even when you shout
When your angels turn to devils
You'll finally figure out
That no one will be with you in the end
A hypocrite
You're just a contradiction
wrapped up in your lies,
who knows what's real
Well this is it
Your lonely life of fiction
Do you even know how to feel?
So as your blood's running thin
Your time's running out
No one will be listening
Not even when you shout
When your angels turn to devils
You'll finally figure out
That no one will be with you in the end
The end!
The end!
The end!
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