7 billions of trillions of people in this world,
And I had to fall in love with the heart breaking girl,
I wanted to find that one person that understands me,
But I didn't even know who I was at the time that's just me.
Held down by weights that I don't need,
Inside the shackles are tiny razor blades and they cut deep.
I don't know if you feel good about your self,
I'm fighting with the demons inside of me somebody help,
Cuz this is when we say 'all hail the heart breaker,'
But for the first the the heartbreaker will become the life taker.
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