If it makes you less sad I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old
And start acting my age
I'll be a brand new day
In a life that you hate.
A crown of gold
A heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts a whole lot
But it's missed when it's gone.
If it makes you less sad
I'll move out of the state
You can keep to yourself
I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad
I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint
I will paint myself out.
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