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I'm rotting on the inside,
my gold heart's begun to rust...
reeling on the inside
my skin a flimsy crust

Do you feel me on the inside?
Do you know this empty shell?
My fake smiles running dry agian,
Will you be my hell?

I'm falling on the outside
about to hit the floor
screaming on the outside
running for the door.

When you touch my skin,
Is it me you feel?
My fake smiles running dry agian,
will you be my hell?