The days are blank, cold and numb, Mind growing in restless pain, Blow my mind, bring me a gun, I feel so shallow, embarrassed and in shame. It’s not you, it’s me, We could do this charade, till insanity. My wakeful nights, while away, Thinking of all the pain coming your way. I’m not a bad person, or am I now, I’m not really sure somehow. But this is not how I used to be, This hand of fate has taken over me, Controlling away, I’m just left with my thoughts, Helpless, abandoned, I’m stuck in a spot. A deep dark abyss, wallowing in shame, With a monster inside who shares my name. Get up, fight, get out of my head, But my body is limp, and my voice is dead. So blow my mind, bring me a gun, The days are blank, cold and just no fun.
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