It's cold where I keep
all my shame.
It's hard to play
a losing game.
I don't feel much,
I don't cry.
I won't help you,
I'll let you die.
And that's okay,
and that's alright.
I won't love you
out of spite.
But can't you hear me,
breaking, banging?
Against these stone-cold daggers,
hanging?
All around me,
a dangling cage.
A precarious thing,
I made it — rage.
A feather's touch
could send them flying.
Towards the ground,
My strength is dying.
But it hurts to keep this
all inside.
It's lonely here,
I always hide.
So if you can find
the way to me,
You'll find a girl here
On her knees.
It takes a lot
to let you in.
But if you come,
I'll let you win.
all my shame.
It's hard to play
a losing game.
I don't feel much,
I don't cry.
I won't help you,
I'll let you die.
And that's okay,
and that's alright.
I won't love you
out of spite.
But can't you hear me,
breaking, banging?
Against these stone-cold daggers,
hanging?
All around me,
a dangling cage.
A precarious thing,
I made it — rage.
A feather's touch
could send them flying.
Towards the ground,
My strength is dying.
But it hurts to keep this
all inside.
It's lonely here,
I always hide.
So if you can find
the way to me,
You'll find a girl here
On her knees.
It takes a lot
to let you in.
But if you come,
I'll let you win.

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