Cursed is my existance,I feel not wanted nor loved Inside is my confinement,where I spill the blood Gone are my emotions,I sit stone cold dead This is all a game which plays out inside my head People look at me and see only the shell They never see the man that will never kiss and tell Time passes and the first step is done As I enter my mind I'm a loaded gun Deppression is not a feeling it is a state of mind My words are my weapons, I use them instride Insanity clings to me like a newborn babe To myself, I'm the slave I summon the demonsfrom within my soul They push me aside to take control One says "Kill all those who seize the day" And the other just stands by as if to obey Why must I listen to everyone Shit flows in every direction Always under a microscope An eternal inspection But if I live to be a hundred and two I'll know I've outlasted you Cursed is my existance,I feel not wanted nor loved Inside is my confinement,where I spill the blood Gone are my emotions,I sit stone cold dead This is all a game which plays out inside my headBirth sign: Aries
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