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(Don't need a metaphor)

Oh, oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah

Two years gone
Came back as some bones
And so cynical
My skin don't feel like home
It's all overgrown
But you'll never know
Take the mirror from the wall
So I can't see myself at all
Don't wanna see another damn inch of my skull
Forget the poems of saints and ghost
I'm the one I fear the most
Little did I know that I was only crying wolf

I know it's so wrong, but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable

Push and pull
Oh it’s all getting old
No I didn’t want this throne
(No I didn't want this)
Only fools make feasts of gold
They rot the fruit on tables
(No I didn't want this all)

When did I get so pitiful?
Just a god damn corpse in a centerfold
You got my back against the wall
And now I can't ever get comfortable
No I'll never sell my soul
If I ever do throw my bones to the wolves
No I'll never sell my soul
No I'll never sell my

I know it's so wrong, but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable

No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my

I know it's so wrong, but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable

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