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Question Marks
Dead emotions of my weary soul Eat away at my angry heart And as time flies it takes its toll Left with only question marks Like acid slowly it consumes Left with nothing but the pain Paranoia of certain doom In my mind I play these games White of the walls oh how it taunts Leaving me in supreme confusion I wonder what it really wants Maybe its just a delusion I study my appearance Oh how I hate my skin Tear it off, slow bloody clearance Of the pain I hide within What is wronge with me? Why do I feel like this? Maybe I'm going crazy Give me your poison kiss I don't have to run away I don't want to hide I've got my own space Hidden inside my mind
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