My reality is confusing,
I don't know what's real or fake,
It's not a lifestyle I'm choosing,
My mind is at stake.
I don't know what I'm doing,
I don't know what I see,
These voices are screwing,
Different ideas together for me.
Some are about homicide,
Some about cutting,
Some about suicide,
And some about fake strutting.
I don't know who I am anymore,
Or who you are,
I have no idea what more's in store,
Maybe I'll just go to a bar.
If I'm woozy maybe,
I can somehow beat this,
I won't be able to properly see,
But then again that's not something I'll permanently miss.
I just want to get these voices,
Out of my head,
They're taking control of my choices,
And want me dead.
I want to stop these images,
These hallucinations that scare me,
They invite me to scrimmages,
And force me to flee.
I don't know what to do,
I'm losing my sanity,
I've not a single clue,
As to why me out of all humanity.
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