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lost are the thoughts inside my head.

Time and time again I would rather be dead.

The pain it never ceases it goes on for miles...

There goes another day without any smiles.

Dying inside and I am so far away from home...

I open my eyes to find that yet I am alone.

Wandering like a strange through my abode...

is it another scene or just a new episode.

Running around like a madman

even though is plot seems thoughtless...

his mind is empty but a total mess....

all these thoughts he must confess....

Painted on stenciled in art forms...

body tattooed from head to toe....

smiles are fake and hearts are perfumed...

its all fake now.....

You can stop the scene now....

Bleeding heart right through your shirt....

black mascara running down....

screaming out lies...

and crying through the hurt....

is there anything left but a dream....

but an everlasting tearful stream...

Can you hear my painful screams