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I watch myself, I hate the sight
I'm living on the edge at night
I'm getting older days and days
by the minute
The guilt I feel for what I've done
Grows stronger when I look at you
And think about the years we had
Created a world of my own
These walls keeping me inside
Can't crawl out of my own life
Crying eyes, mix of blood
Creating the father and the son
I wish I could turn this around
You are the son of mistakes
I am the one to procreate
Oh why did I lock the gates
My own denial
Wakes me up inside
My own disguise
Hates its own sight