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The state of guilt is a more common feeling
Built out of shame of not giving what I offered
And ofcourse I feel ashamed, why wouldn’t I
I’m not who I used to be, I’m nowhere to be found
Cut out my heart and saw my bones of
They’re yours, I don’t need them anymore
And I don’t know what else to give
I have so much more to prove, where did I go wrong
And I know
I should always do better
And I know
I should always lie better
And I know
I could always do better
And I know
I should always lie better