And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't like their eyes on my skinMy body's a temple to worship
But only by the one that I let in.
I don't want to be just a pretty face
I want to make you feel, and think, and rage
I'd tell you about all the skeletons in my closet
About all the demons inside writing a sonnet
And show you how hell's supposed to feel like
Then you'll decide if you still want to dwell in my psyche.
hell, home, what's the difference :D
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