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as i type this shitty poem, i am sitting in the basement
of my parents house and they're upstairs, the television's blaring
i cant hear my thoughts or think at all with background noise so hairy
cause the sound invades my brain, i can't escape it and it's scary
so i'm trying to evade but now i'm stuck inside the dark
and if i left this house behind then i'd be right back at the start,
a hopeless on the street still angry at the world so far
blame the system for the drugs and fuck my life with useless wars
as i once reclaimed my mind and now it's waning in this rut
i'm losing grip on clarity, i feel my eyelids shut
and i'm afraid of my insanity escaping from my clutch
if i can't control my mind then i'm already giving up