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Being forsaken, is my biggest misconception
Why me?
To live like this, over and over again?
Day in, day out, everything meant to be hurts.
Fuck reality as it is.
Nothing goes right, not for me
Meant for anything, not nothing
What about something?
No one left to impress, but myself.
What have I done to deserve this?
Angels cry, but feel nothing for me.
As devils dance, regardless of me
And my worthless carcass
A persona thatís boiled over
Iím sick of these masks
As lava flows everywhere with in
And minute-by-minute migraines
Its sunrise at sun down
Iím on my knees in pain
Crying while wailing.
Whoís fake, you or me?
Or every other imposter?
Who knows?
Nothing seems right
Nothings meant to be
Will there ever be another?
Youíre done, its all mine
Itís my light to piss away.
Only if I can ride the pain.

-End Transmission-

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