The end is all that matters
Where do we draw the lineJust give me a sign
Lost and out of control
Do I really have a heart of coal
Nearing my point of breakdown
You pretend to wear the thorned crown
My heart may be made out of coal
But at least I have a soul
Don't try to be a matyr
It is just not who you are
In the quest to be a saint you shall not win
Because in the end you will be a satin
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