There's a crack inn the frame, but the photo is till the same. But I don't recognize the face...
It loks a lot like me, or who I used to be, now there's no one but myself to blame.
Now the shadows are all around, mine's nowhere to be found.
Pull the wings of a fly, watch it suffer and die, and I'll never get out of this life alive.
Drenched in blood with no alibi, and the crowd goes wild at my demise.
Through this bottle I can see, my friends and my enemies, as they turn they backs to me, but who's really to blame, myself or just my name?
In the end, I can't win.
Now the shadows are all around, mine's nowhere to be found.
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