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- count down with me, it'll be worth it
i don't wanna play pretend with myself
i just wanna be who i truly am
oh but how easy is that to say
when i don't even know what brings another day
i hate myself for what i do
for the things i have to say to you
the dirty lies that crawl from my mouth
like spiders that infested my brain like a drought
the things i say don't even make sense
but i just have to fake a smile and and put on a lense
then you will never notice what i have to go through
i'm sorry mother, i'm sorry father, but i'm waiting in the queue
the queue's a list that holds my name
it says i'll be dead with no fame
no pretty memory of me will hold your brain
the scars will open, they will sting, blood will flow from the vein
my heart will stop, my eyes will close
oh i believe the end is close
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a sick head
RandomTitle says it all. Just meaningless thoughts from a meaningless head~ mainly english, sometimes in my mother language.
