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I'm hurt, my wound has opened wide spewing pain everywhere,
I don't know when it happened, never hated to feel you stare,
words don't mean anything, to a man who fakes depression so well,
actions exist as pure violence, my mind takes a backseat when love sells,
this lost cause will learn to act the final effect,
the play will completely put my life in check,
get my shit together instead of always picking up for money,
know how to keep on laughing even when inside it isn't funny,
take life by the bowling balls and aim it for the pins,
take reparation time to heal all the regrets and sins,
why must the person who unwillingly tears at the scabs be you,
if you ever thought about missing the old days well that makes two,
I am so far away from gone, at least I have a place to be,
I know myself more than I ever have, now I'm happy with me,
what I am to people, is never what they mean in my mind,
take these inner demons, let them seep out until it's warm and kind,
how can this not go down the same way ever again,
how can I get over and forget when,
shes right in front of my eyes, and I have to put on a play,
so everyone doesn't see that I'm having a depressing day.