}The walls are too thin I can't make a sound It hurts keeping them in When they want to fall out
I know that I deserve it Every bit of it and more }But why am I still crying my mind and heart is on the floor I can't pick them up And put them back in place
I want to get out of here But I cannot escape Not everything is what it seems You think you know who they are When they really are just a mystery
Who can I trust Who should I bring In my dreams with me So we could be free At least in my sleep I can control reality The world can revolve around me And fulfill all my needs I can trust anyone And don't have to be skeptical Because I can see right through them I can be practical
I must be practical
Am I too blinded with these emotions When all I do is just stare
I want to punish myself In a way I deem to be fair But I might go to hell for it
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