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Boysetsfire

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Wheels turn to crush me.
I am the machine.
Heaven helps those who forget to dream - I see a spark.
Great is what we are.
Eyes toward my reward.
Compensated for.

I am no-one I am nothing.
Mold to make me into something you find worth in, deem special.
I am no-one, I am nothing and I'm sure I'll remember the love this brings me by the class cuts on my feet.
Fate damns/guides me into life's fear and shame bully into submission it's the only thing that keeps me sane.
I will never break free I don't want to break free comfort in my torture there must be reward.
I sold myself out to you - you told me that you were truth.
Use me as your new disease.
I just need to please.
I live die kill just for you, my self esteem I remove cut me and bleed my dry.
I can serve just let me try.
Mold me into what you want me to be.
I can't stand this I feel removed I feel remorse for my understanding.
Take me change me into something