Kill me in my consciousness
and rip my heart away
take my soul and feed it to the preys
Many times i've stumbled
upon marshmellow stones
and it hurts so deep though there's nothing to bleed
Who am I to say
I;m done with this race
when you're still placing faith in me
Let the thorns tear my lips
Scattered glass pierce my skin
But I wont ever let the poison in
Its hard to take this harsh breath in
but I have the liberty to set myself free
from all these things
that wish to conquer me
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