What the hell is wrong with me,
I'm no longer myself, I can no longer
see..
I would say goodbye, but you'll think
it's a lie....
I'm becoming something else,
something I don't want to be.
Your probably won't reconize me,
from the scars and scratches on my arms,
I would tell you, but you won't care.
I am further away now,
I'm lost in a state of mind,
looking through my blood shot eyes,
but everything i saw were lies......
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