Days are passning by whitout a sound
Nothing seems real, all just a blur
Remembering the care free days of childhood.
Never right, never wrong, but still the agony and pain of never being right, the joy and happiness of never being wrong.
Fall in line, fit your box, there is no place for you.
Everybody loves to see you dance but still you are forever lonely in heart. Conversation's as real as ghosts smiles as fake as love.
Nights filled with demons tearing up you're soul and leaves a scar. Days filled with creeps giving the demons fuel.
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