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Foggy room, candles lit to fight the sour,

motivational messages haunt my walls to fight the power,

thanks to radio towers the connection is perfect,

and that extra ten i put in a month seems worth it,

cause 3 days out of the week i watch my sport,

it takes my mind off pain the sort

of pain that fries your brain to a veggie state,

insane that i again saw a steady mate,

not so great now that i can truly see,

exactly the kind of girl she appears to be,

what's wrong with me? Am i not fucked up enough?

do i act too different? Am i not to you tough?

must be something this much i can assume,

cause no longer do i see you in my room,

only cause me doom so i try to stay awake,

to keep away the dreams of you my mind makes.