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Melodic Nightmares
It’s a quarter past midnight, wakin up in a cold sweat
I can’t believe it’s over, nah I aint ready yet
The things I see, when I lay down,I close my eyes
Pain, suffering, a life full of lies
Visions of how things use to be, gettin blurry, now the vision is of only me
Standin there by myself, as I gaze into the mirror
Gun in hand, perpetrator, my vision is gettin clearer
I don’t know who that is, staring me back in my face
I speak, but no words, his mouth doesn’t move to replace
The eerie silence i witness, he cracks a sly smile
He knows how this ends, then he laughs all the while
45 pointed at the mirror, I don’t like who I see
And then I realize, the man in the mirror, is me
