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Confessions, an Opheliac

I have truly never identified with the lyrics of a song to such great extent that they corresponded directly to myself in this piercing, precise way.

But this gives words to my darkest self and also identifies the word "Opheliac" as nothing else can sufficiently.

Waterhouse - Ophelia

I'm your Opheliac
I've been so disillusioned
I know you'd take me back
But still I feigned confusion
I couldn't be your friend
My world was too unstable
You might have seen the end

But you were never able
To keep me breathing
As the water rises up again
Before I slip away

You know the games I play
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through hell
And I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy and when
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I want to be
I only hope that in the end you will see
It's the Opheliac in me
It's the Opheliac in me

Lyrics by Emilie Autumn.

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