Quarantined to my head
Utter feeling of dread
Your laughing never ceases
Breaking me to pieces
Sunshine poking fun
Left alone, holding my gun
Finger on my demise
Now it's time to close my eyes
Break free of this shell
Destined to dine in hell
I hear you no more
I fear you no more
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