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Personality Theft
The day shall be imperfect until I find myself
It's pretty hard, I keep trying, I got no inner health
It's pretty hard, I keep trying, I got no inner health
The cracked mirror
I impatiently wait for the day to be fixed
Hidden fear or
darkness, I couldn't say, the feeling's mixed
Trying to find light within the cracks
Breaking out of night as I listen to the heart attacks
Of the people of broken health I called me, once worn
In the city of myself, not meant to be, a battle born
Cracked skin!
Poison within,
a smile locked in, but inside a fight you couldn't win
Could I stand here and speak lies that this was really me?
Not really, I don't have much of eyes left to see.
as I just kill another one impatiently
so violently.
Until there's a void with complete darkness and nothing left
Just another alleyway destroyed, another empty something, just another personality theft,
