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Broken, Im a broken recordIve lost myself in myselfConsumed by quiet condescending doubt My mind is complacentAndMy conscious is heavy and spitefulFucking a computer till I come by myselfWhile I'm thinking of youMy conscious is heavy and spitefulFucking a computer till I come by myselfWhile I'm thinking of youI've grown apart (grown apart)From what I thought I'd seeI am coming closer nowI've grown apartFrom what I thought I'd seeComing closerTo the person you always thought I'd beI've grown apartIt kills me just to think of youAnd it kills me to think of you nowSongtexteI fucking hate you, comeDo anything to comeI fucking hate you, comeDo anything to comeI fucking hate you, comeI fucking hate you, comeThis is doneThis is strifeThis is strifeThis is done Aus Songtexte Mania