Broken, Im a broken record
Ive lost myself in myself
Consumed by quiet condescending doubt
My mind is complacent
And
My conscious is heavy and spiteful
Fucking a computer till I come by myself
While I'm thinking of you

My conscious is heavy and spiteful
Fucking a computer till I come by myself
While I'm thinking of you

I've grown apart (grown apart)
From what I thought I'd see
I am coming closer now

I've grown apart
From what I thought I'd see
Coming closer
To the person you always thought I'd be

I've grown apart
It kills me just to think of you
And it kills me to think of you now

I fucking hate you, come
Do anything to come
I fucking hate you, come
Do anything to come
I fucking hate you, come
I fucking hate you, come

This is done
This is strife
This is strife
This is done


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