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Excuses and a few drinks,no apologies for saying what I shouldn't think,pain pills turn my red eyes unto a tired pink,the only time I excuse myself is when I return to the table after my reflection starts to wink ,my flaws are giant,no need to talk to a shrink,sinking in my own skin and drowning in my own sins,it's hard to get comfortable in lost expectations that never seem to end, pretending I don't hear the monsters under my bed when they tug at my sheets or see shadows dance around the room while goblins creep ,demons praying on me while I pray before I fall asleep, too personal but they know more about me than I could ever dream, let's paint my room red and and burn my head board and move the skeletons from my closet and hide them under the floor boards,a serial killer never kills and tells ,most people are trapped in an oblivious oblivion I'm trapped in hell ,wearing a suit of armor made of a fragile shell,a see through smile and eyes that plead for help, most people out themselves on a pedestool, I'm somewhere on a shelf.. Waiting for the roof to collapse and the walls to cave in..