I'm sick of these conclusions, carved into my skin,
Built from every promise that was rotten from within.
Delusions breed the silence, confusion feeds the fire,
Every broken answer keeps dragging me down lower.
Deconstructed pieces scattered on the floor,
Another bad resolution leaves me begging for more.
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Break me—I'll never wear your chains again.
Burn me—I'll rise from all the pain within.
Every scar's a warning, every wound's alive,
You can bury my voice, but I'll survive.
No more illusions, no more disguise—
I'll tear apart the darkness behind your lies.
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Confusion turns to blood infusion, poison in my veins,
Every step I take is echoing in empty chains.
The mirror shows a stranger wearing someone else's face,
Every shattered memory still refuses to erase.
I built a thousand exits, every one a dead-end road,
Now I'm carrying the weight of an unforgiving load.
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No redemption waiting at the end of all this noise,
Only fractured echoes trying to steal my voice.
I sharpen all my failures into something I can wield,
Turn the deepest wounds into an unbreakable shield.
If this is my ending, let it come like a storm—
From the ashes of destruction, I'll become reborn.