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i feel like i am happy, yet at nights it flips a new leaf,
i just crush pack and roll, and since its lonely i just chief,
spartan 117 with a lighter notebook and a pen,
as soon as the music starts the emotions begin,
the memories rush in and attack my thoughts and dreams,
stitch me up just to quickly rip out my seems,
i learn that only alone can you learn to fly,
i have hurt more than emotions can handle, now i no longer cry,
no tears or waterworks flowing from my eyes,
i fear i have become cold hearted and weak thighed,
the lies may have disappeared but so has my confidence,
my line between fake and real has gone MIA so i can hardly make any sense,
i wonder this and i wonder that,
i drive the road but constantly get flats,
sick and plagued by this black obscurity i fear will soon overtake,
my weakness is love since its a recipe i have yet to make,
learned life throws you curveballs but never teaches you how to swing,
ive been through heartbreaks, young love, one night stands and a 4 year fling,
and have ended up delusional and meager to find my way,
tired of living in a mental hotel, never knowing where i will be the next day.