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Self-Reflection
Fallen
Hated
Useless
Obliterated
The essence you see,
Used to be me.
But you should know the image you see,
Because you are the one that created me.
You are my creator
The master of my mind...
Step back and rewind
The past equals the future outcome
Why can't I be someone?
Sure...
I may not take drugs
But it doesn’t mean I don't have thugs...
pounding history...
dark history in my head
Nothing replaces the hate you said
A breed of hate has come
I am no longer someone
Just the things that used to be
The image that was me.
