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A year into a day
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Volume Two Days seem to pass like years
struggling to see past the tears
my mind full of dellusions
my life full of Illusions
confusion following my every step
pain taking my every breath
Years gone my, and I still feel the same
years of playing this fucked up game
still haunted by the dreams
never ending it seems
Tired of fighting
Tired of hiding
Even when you hit bottom you can sink
digging yourself further to the brink
When the misery becomes all you can see
when your mind escapes reality
I bleed, I need
I cry, I die
Just like everyone else
everything seems to be fading away
dieing off to a plauge
bent on suffering, misery and decay
No longer beautiful
No longer colorful
just empty and grey
a year into a Day
