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By Staind

Are you afraid, afraid of the truth
In the mirror staring back at you.
The image is cracked but so is the view, yeah.
The strength of a tree begins in the roots
That are tender buried into you
At least now the storm can't blow me away.

So crawl inside my head with me.
I'll show you how it feels to be,
To blame like me.

Should I be afraid of this face that I see
In the mirror staring back at me?
So cold are the days where I listen to you.
And you say that I'm weak so show me the proof
Because I still exist in spite of you
But I won't compete with you every day.

So crawl inside my head with me.
I'll show you how it feels to be,
To blame like me.

Schizophrenic conversations that
I'm always having with myself.
I hear these voices in my head are competing.
Maybe I could use a little help
I still have schizophrenic conversations
Where there's no one else around to hear.
I long for solitude and peace within me
Void of all the anger and the fear.

So crawl inside my head with me.
I'll show you how it feels to be,
Fucked up like me.

I'll show you how it feels to be
To blame like me
Ashamed like me.

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If you've ever wondered why I only post lyrics sometimes in my blog, I'll enlighten you. Music plays a big part in this fucked up crazy thing I call my life. Some songs speak to me, perfectly explaining the way I feel. One song in particular by Staind has even saved my life. I am not exaggerating, and I am not making it up. The song is called 'Waste', look it up. Anyway, so when you see a post of mine that's only music, and I don't put anything else in the post, it's because I feel like I don't have to explain any further as to why I posted it, or how I'm feeling, because the song has done it for me. So now you know just a little bit more of the inner workings of my twisted, fucked up head. You're welcome.