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Never listened to, always heard My opinions and personalities never get birthed You left me with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide But where can I turn when my scars are on the inside? And I can hear you say this is a victory. So who's in charge of my head today? Dancing with the Devil, or Angel's play? Schizophrenic without any other side to know Altruistic but for that, integrity had to go. And I can't say if we're ever going to be free. I feel the constant lurching of regret, the sins of my flesh Liquid courage and an internal sorry can clash but never mesh. But where else can I go when my body is chasing me? And where else can I go whe