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Self harms a sport for one Without the strength to overcome Did you think this would be fun? I beg to breathe But I can't stop suffocating Does anything good come easy? Moments between I am tearing at the seams Are you too always haunted by your dreams? Did you think this would be fun? Can you even call it a chest with this many holes? Why do I have to keep reminding myself I am whole? Now you see what I’ve become Can’t you see I’ve had enough? Did you think this would be fun? Self harms a sport for one Without the strength to overcome Did you think this would be fun? Moments between I am tearing at the seams Are you too always haunted by your dreams? Did you think this would be fun? Did you think this would be fun? Now you see what I’ve become Can’t you see I’ve had enough? Did you think this would be fun? Did you think this would be fun? Did you think this would be fun? Now you see what I’ve become Can’t you see I’ve had enough Did you think this would be fun?