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I want to be As empty as my stomach I just want to Fly far away I want to see The marks on my skin Fade away Simply to be remade I want to ask you How many of these scars You think are mine And how many were you I want to see The numbers go down See the sizes melt away Until I'm left with a zero I want to forget The secrets whispered Between my throat And my fingers I want you To confront me on my lies Tell me I'm ruining my life So I can go ruin is some more