Listen to the sound clip Pull me apart, it’s the price to create, These fragile hands hold the weight of your hate. I gave you my voice, now I’m hollow inside, Twisting the truth like a blade in my chest. The art and the wounds are the same, I confess. What’s left of me when I’m barely alive? from Hip Hop #1 Song Generator:
Pull me apart, it’s the price to create, These fragile hands hold the weight of your hate. I gave you my voice, now I’m hollow inside, Twisting the truth like a blade in my chest. The art and the wounds are the same, I confess. What’s left of me when I’m barely alive?
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