I keep hiding in my room.

I built mausoleums to what we lost,

I built myself this little tomb.

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I keep on giving out little pieces of my soul,

To undeserving demons who only play a role.

You'd think that by now I'd know that angelic charm

Is the best way to hide the propensity to cause harm.

But if I learn my lesson then I don't know

Who I'll become and where I'll have to go.

And so,

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I keep hiding in my room,

To shield myself from your hostile frost,

I built myself this little tomb.

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I keep on giving out second, second chances,

I make space for life's complexities and nuances.

You'd think that by now I'd spot a crew of men

Who sit around criticizing non-conforming women.

But if I learn to not trust then I don't know

Who I'll become and where I'll have to go.

And so,

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I keep hiding in my room,

The sobs dying in my throat is the cost,

I built myself this little tomb.