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The new personality
Difficult to see
The person underneath
Has been tweaked
Righteous was my life
Straight was my stride
Humble was my pride and now
Blinded sight
And I have changed
Cram me into a wood bin
Dress me up to look morbid, yeah
Six feet under cause of sin
Self-infliction with the win, yeah
Years of building up
To years of breaking trust
Miles I have run
From what I've done
Locked inside eternal debt
Forgotten who I've met
Myself as my biggest threat
Lacking morals and outlets
Cram me into a wood bin
Dress me up to look morbid, yeah
Six feet under cause of sin
Self-infliction with the win, ah yeah
Righteous was my life
Straight was my stride
Humble was my pride and now
Blinded sight
And I have changed
Righteous was my life
Straight was my stride
Humble was my pride and now
Blinded sight and I have changed
Written by:
Landry Walther
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