Rotting from inside,
no goddamn place to hide
Away from prying eyes,
I sulk away and die
Needle in my arm,
Doing no one but myself harm
I escape reality,
and fall into a dream

There is no pain I feel,
can't distinguish what is real
Floating through time and space,
Away from this crazy rat race
But eventually I awake,
To the smile's that are fake
And once again I hide, the hell that is inside.
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