You ask yourself questions you know the answers to.. .
What makes you different
What makes you sane
What makes you special
What makes you live
What makes them hate you
What makes you think
The way you’re tired
The way you’re weak
I guess I’m tired
I guess I’m done
What makes me want
I want to give
What makes me hurt
I always forgive
Sullen dreams
And broken hopes
Now I’m gone
As my life is done
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