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Destroy the real Distort the truth Save myself I was a thief Cut my own hand I was a man Too scared to take care of myself Too scared to even suffer Too old to become someone else But too young to count the days So I stay at home In sadness and grace My heart full of shame Awaiting the tears Awaiting the tears Awaiting the black flame Too scared to take care of myself Too scared for self-compassion Too old to become someone else But too young to be a bitter dying man Darkness came in It swallowed my home But the black flame went out Was already burned out Already burned out From Letras Mania