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Thereís this thing in my head
Which softens me up
Makes me weak
Apart from myself.
It makes me forget
And makes me not care
Thereís this thing in my head
That I can no longer bear.

Iím alone with my thoughts
Every night
As the deep dawn closes
I keep close to fright.
Iím alone in my head,
Thereís something not there
Apathy contains me
But still
Thereís something in me
That I cannot bear.

Some days Iím softer,
Smiling perhaps.
Some days Iím happy,
Well to you as you see,
But deep within my heart
Iím on my own
And within myself
Thereís nothing but this deep
Careless immortality
That cannot escape me
Something which I wish
Did not define me.
But Iím stuck in my head
And thereís nowhere to run
Stuck in myself
With nothing for fun.

What will we do dear,
How will we save ourselves
Is there an outlet
Which can let us out.
Iím stuck in this head,
Here on my own,
Stuck in my mind with
Nowhere to go.


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Remember my friend, despite all you are, all we are, the universe will tick on, long past our departure.


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