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Inferior
by Loner
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I can't trust these loose lips of mine
To maintain these lies
So I guess I'll swallow my pride
And let you take a look on the inside
So do you see what I see?
Are you just like me?
Physically sickened by the vision in my fucking mirror
But at least you see what I am so much clearer
An anxious wreck raised to think he was inferior
Drowning in the pit I dug myself with the self abuse
Feels like there's fucking two of me I need to cut him loose
But if I did that they'd see why I became a recluse
This self deprecating cynicism
Made my head a fucking prison
Ever increasing the toxicity inside of me
Trying to kill the reflection I don't want to see
I'm literally fucked I'm stuck in a rut
I should be better by now I just don't have the guts
But don't worry about me I'll be just fine
Lying in this six foot pit in a box made of pine
It's the first time in years that I've felt at home
So prove me right one final time leave me to die alone
I can't trust these loose lips of mine
To maintain these lies
So I guess I'll swallow my pride
And let you take a look on the inside
So do you see what I see?
Are you just like me?
Physically sickened by the vision in my fucking mirror
But at least you see what I am so much clearer
An anxious wreck raised to think he was inferior
Drowning in the pit I dug myself with the self abuse
Feels like there's fucking two of me I need to cut him loose
But if I did that they'd see why I became a recluse
This self deprecating cynicism
Made my head a fucking prison
Ever increasing the toxicity inside of me
Trying to kill the reflection I don't want to see
I'm literally fucked I'm stuck in a rut
I should be better by now I just don't have the guts
But don't worry about me I'll be just fine
Lying in this six foot pit in a box made of pine
It's the first time in years that I've felt at home
So prove me right one final time leave me to die alone
