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Curve


You want to hurt me
To make me feel what you feel 
You want to tear me 
Till I bleed at the seam

You're so sick of what you live under 
You take it to extremes 
So sick of what you waste 
That you can't even dream 

I'm not your slave 
You're not my master 
But I know it's the picture 
Your after 

You want to trap me 
Like a fly on the wall 
Then you call me useless 
For finding the cause 

You're so tired of all you left hidden 
It falls into obscene 
So tired of all the haste 
And what you could have been 

I'm not your slave 
You're not my master 
But I know it's the picture 
You're after 

This is all I need to know