End Notes

And now we resort to name-calling.
And how I've turned from brat to bitch—
And how you've turned from daddy to ditched—
I suppose I've finally grown up.

Viscera

What do you look like inside yourself?
Where are the scars you bare?
What are the things you try to hide?
When you look inside, do you cry?
What do you look like inside yourself?
What is it that you fear?
What do you look like inside yourself?
I think you know your fears.
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Bare yourself, bare your soul--
Naked, exposed to the unknown.
Look at yourself from the inside, baby--
Look to see who cares.
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I want to see inside of you,
Feel inside of me.
I want to feel inside of you,
Learn what makes you real.
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The sight of you, inside of me
What makes you real?
What makes me feel?