Can you feel it at the lonely nights..
when you are by yourself,
Do you hear the voices that calls you
Right beneath the ground..
Do feel the cold hands pulling you down
Breaking you into pieces..
Throwing you like a paper..
Erasing like a rubber..
Do u feel it soaking all the air,
Do you hear it laughing..?
Do you hear it making fun of you wounds..?
Can you feel it taking your soul,
Clouding your goals...
Taking away your core..
And you cannot cry for help,
Nobody is here to save you from yourself
Can you feel yourself calling to come out?
Cuz you are sick of pretending,
But...
You will smile
And shut these thought down
Cuz you was just pretending
Nothing is behind me
No voice is calling me,
I'm just fine
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