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I used to be the stuff your dreams were made of,

Now you tell me in a thing of nightmares.

I used to be so motivated,

Now by failure, im captivated.

I used to sleep without a single stir,

I used to care, I was being cared for.

I used to love the mirror,

Now all ive got is a reason to fear her.



People used to to tell me im the future of this place.

God how I hated to have to hear it.

Turn away please, you don’t have to see the tears running down my face.



I know all the stupid things I do,

I could write a book, and still miss a few.

What the hell else can I say to you,

What else can you expect me to do?

Maybe if you knew, but that’s my fault,

With a little insight, I could have brought this all to a halt.