I've never been my own enemy
I know that oh so well
Why is it then?
I'm always so reckless with me
I don't feed myself for days
When everything I need
Is right here for me
Why am I so careless?
With this delicate soul
Always trying to drown it
in my own pool of blood
There is ample love
for me to go and fetch
Why is it then?
I'm never interested in me
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