The scattered me of that time
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Is inside of a hand reaching out
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The unknown taste I thought I knew
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Is locked inside of a small box
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Whenever I stuff my painful wounds into my mouth again
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My jealousy, passion, coldness, light, rejection, and hope
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All intertwine and I can do thing about it
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My melting, sweet, black emotions are chocolatl
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My ideals have already burned up completely!
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The "coward" ringing in my ears won't stop
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Find me, who is overflowing
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It's not in the box that I was born with
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But I believed in my own form
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The regret I looked into had separated from me
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My miserable weakness remained
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The decoration of my own nature was spit out
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I merely stand still in shock from the enormous horror
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My melting, sweet, bitter impulses are chocolatl
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My sense of reason has already burnt to a crisp!
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This deceit is shiny and pretty -
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I even hesitate to pick up
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The scattered fragments of myself
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Search for me in the torn scenery
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Was that maddening voice looking for a place to belong?
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I don't want to think about my overflowing heart
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Red, more red and the feelings I don't understand melt together
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The soot-colored sky in the ashes of my ideals
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Is so dazzling I can see nothing else
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