It's really difficult living in an actual nightmare,
I'm losing my mind and slowly losing my hair.
How come everything is not the same as it used to be?
I'm trapped in this prison cell that only I can see
I thought I could control the amount I was using,
I fucked that up quick, I soon started abusing.
Everyone is whispering behind my back, I can hear
I'm so depressed but I can't cry even one little tear
I'm not sure but I think I'm stuck in this place,
I know my addiction is something I have to face.
It's sickening on how much I changed from what I was before
I glance in the mirror; it’s not even me anymore
Holy shit, look at me. I've lost so much weight
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