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The painted face and costume Externally mask interiors.
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My greasy fingers leaving smudges from my forehead to my ear.
Pull the blanket over me to imagine I'm not here.
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So I press the issue further more
and promptly stomp it to the floor.
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Smile on me crazy crazy
I decorate your mind with daisies.
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Stretched out across the bed his chest would rise and fall.
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Close the lid of my music box the man on T.v. slowly talks
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Enlighten me, my thoughts I break down in equation.
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My walls, the bottle rock back and forth.
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The thought smiles on my lips but I can't do relationships.
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Crashing to the mattress
with a dropping hollow thud,
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My head is open my eyes are filled
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Underneath a fallen dream,
a broken mind, a shallow stream.
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The flower withers down in the dirt petals brown from mild disgust
soiling my existing hurt world, crumbles like dry mud. I'm lost.
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the desperate, the mindless, the young and the numb.
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Do you love me?
Tell the truth.
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With no one to talk to
I'll sit alone in my head.
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How I love the spring time but
I hate those obnoxious birds.
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Quilted quotes substantiate,
resist the pain that you create.
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Toss a penny wish don't tell,
standing next to a wishing well.
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With nothing constructive to say,
I sit and twiddle my thumbs.
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Death beathing upon you and life that never ends
Canabals with hatchets who are your so-called friends.
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Death beathing upon you and life that never ends
Canabals with hatchets who are your so-called friends.
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What was once is no more.
A jaded mind I did adore.
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Why am I so cold?
I asked myself out loud.
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Know that if we give up now, and lose ourselves.
Those times would still live on in our minds.
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Seven words replaced the eight
and quickly dismay's replaced by hate.
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Pounding eardrums steady beat
finally eased in dormant defeat.
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Inside myself I found a stone, it'was my heart a solid rock.
With mixtures of the pain and fear I'd built myself a mental block.
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Black mesh hung from the Ceiling
diamonds sparkling across the surface.
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Take off the paint, let out my cries
like a clown right before bedtime.
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