I just can't figure out why every day's the same / waking in the night knowing too little has changed
There's too many shadows here tearing at my brain / the cold fluorescent light of blinding shame
Tears upon my face polish a season of hate. What am I but broken, stupid, young and fair? (I'm) always overspoken (but) too far gone to even care.
I just can't figure out who carries all the blame / red hands to smother all accusations and disdain
Light shows my every flaw. Darkness hides my face. The grey brings me comfort and disguises what I lack into charm and grace.
The cold fluorescent light of blinding shame
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