All the things i love
Make me manic
Being buried alive in every word you said
I’ve carved a special place for the pain
The finds me at night
What's wrong with me when happy hurts?
You can’t fix me
I am the problem
I am self destruction
Alone in the house of madness
covered in bandages
From the damages
It was my life
My heart
Your knife
Leave me for dead
Where do I go when I hide away ?
Who am I today ?
This is how it feels when you live a lie
Wasting your life away
About the Creator
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