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The episode 'You Can't Fix Me' is a poetic and emotional exploration of themes such as pain, vulnerability, and the search for connection. Psyche shares a deeply personal and symbolic monologue that touches on the idea of being broken and the desire to be 'fixed'.
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Browse era →You can fix me. >> Okay then, profit try. My shadow's already halfway gone. My hobbies walking out without me. Bless me. Break me. Either way, I'm yours. You keep calling it salvation. And I keep calling it a
lie. I'm stretched in the void. Paranoid halo around my mind. If I ever swore, rise up. The promise died under my tongue. These demons don't harm my thoughts. Now they live in my blood. Sleeping on my bed like an offering. Watching ser on the ceiling drift. If you don't like my apocalypse, stay with you. Just don't whisper it. How I'm trying to be better, but the better I try, the worse I break. I slow fade with
an installments I never agree to pay. Didn't learn a lesson. Didn't learn from mother. Didn't love from lovers. So give me another. Make me better. Give me another way to suffer. Made me only in a ruin. Made to be my only lover. I'm a sucker. Yeah. I'm a sucker for the burn.
Kiss me. Curse me. Promise I'll never learn. I'm gone for good. This lifetime. Never been a man I claimed I be. Did all the things, said all the lines. Now the mirror won't look back at me. She said she fixed my fractures, then carved her name into my spine. Burn me till the light goes out. I'm blind to every holy
sign. You're the last one or bit around me. Gravity in human form. Touch me till I feel something or break me till I'm finally poor. And I'm drifting drifting with the blood on a bed. She's glistening. Sunlight through broken glass like
everyone to watch me listening to the last my love is a monster.
Maybe better give me another way to make me only in a ruin. made to pay my only lover. I'm a sucker. Yeah, I'm a sucker for the burn. Kiss me, curse me, promise I'll never make me better. Give me another way to make me only in the ruin. Made up to my only lover. I'm a sucker.
Yeah, I'm a sucker for the burn. Kiss me, curse me, promise I'll never kiss me. Tell me you wish I was a dead body. Burn me. Make sure the asses stop calling. Kiss me. Tell me you wish I was a dead body.
I guess I'm gone now. Gone with all the ghost I f lingering in the bliss of dying slow with the sunlight on my bed. You will say you want to fix me, but darling, let's be fair. I'm a shrine
weary wound I get in pain. is the only God I ever dare to pray. Make me better. Me another
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