You know what'd be nice? If you gouged out your eyes.
You're too blind to see the truth, anyway.
You know what'd be nice? If you took off your disguise.
Everyone knows you hide, anyway.
You know what'd be nice? If you cut out my heart.
It doesn't seem to work, anyway.
You know what'd be nice? If you ripped it apart.
It seems to be useless, anyway...
You know what'd be nice? If you ended my life.
There's no use for me, anyway.
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