I need a method on arranging
The courage to fight my urges
No more, I'm not a machine
But I'm expected to be flawless always
There's more to this than the sheen
I'm a coward, a liar, and I'm not sane
This is what I want; it's why I came
I'm here to tear a throat from this body....
No more, I'm not a machine
But I'm expected to be flawless always
There's more to this than the sheen
I'm a coward, a liar, and I'm not sane
I try so hard to put myself through this
'Cause I would rather die than
Never know how this feels
No more, I'm not a machine
But I'm expected to be flawless always
There's more to this than the sheen
I'm a coward, a liar, I'm a liar
I'm a liar, I'm a liar, I'm a liar
And I'm not sane.
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