im starting to dissapear, as if life was gone, as if i was never here.
dont ask me to leave because i'm already gone, my life isnt perfect, because its just wrong
so where am I if there is no me, im nowhere, so who can i be.
why me i ask, no one else possibly, i guess its because their blind and dont dare to see,
so im psycho, and yes thats my name, im not here nor my ghost, so we cannot be fame,
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