The only life I¡¯ve come to depend on has turned against me.
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What am I to do when there¡¯s nothing left?
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No one left for me.
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The only one who can change this lies in front of a machine.
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Medicines and cures seem too far away.
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So sick of playing this hide and seek game with reality.
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Count to ten; release my grasp on today.
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What has happened? Why do I fall?
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Glorified problems in a chemical mess.
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Stripped down I fall into unconsciousness.
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What is left of me?
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I see you in the glimpse of a forgotten dream walking beside me
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(just a glimpse of a forgotten dream).
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You¡¯re there through it all but it still isn't real.
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Climb inside; destroy that which makes me ill.
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Look closely; it hides well in this mangled mess that makes what I am.
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What has happened? Where have I gone?
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Is it a problem to be solved by anyone?
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I sacrifice myself ¡®cause there is no way out.
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Life is suffocating me as I beg for sweet catharsis.
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Nobody cares except you, in love with what is left of me.
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What is left of me?
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(just a glimpse of a forgotten dream).
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Pillow Over The Face As Therapy
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Thought Riot |