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hi, i'm fine

Living as a great disaster
It's not my fault im not the master

Blame the voices in my mind (yeah)
(Youre just a body that we captured)

There is no thing i can call mine
I try to keep thoughts on a twine

Thery're trying to control my mouth
Talking things i'd be better without

Im such a mess i find it silly
This isn't all that bad really

I dont know why i cry and how
Did i get to place that i am now

My mind is broken i cant fix it
All my senses getting mixed

Im flying to close to the sun
But i dont care cause it's so fun

I hope i look like im allright
I don't want to explain this fight

That's going on inside my head
Im staying alive wanting to be dead