I am tired of all of this shit It feels like I’ve took a fuckin’ laced hit Every single day is all the same Sometimes I can’t remember my own name
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Talking To Myself Before I Die
If you’re here, then I guess you want to see the loner blow his brains out right?
A New Queen
Somewhere in this room, I feel a presence. Something that is always there, watching me, my every movement. At night, I do not dare to sleep, for I know it’s watching me. Waiting for me to close my eyes and sleep.
Under The Influence
Smoking time, The clock began to chime, My eyes begins to twitch, I need to fullfil my smoking urges,