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(i am dirt, six feet below the ground

i don’t exist, they only pretend i’m alive)



i would spend a whole day inside this mind

but i’d be so better off just left behind

imagine me gone, because i want to disappear

i’m already dead, just don’t want to be here



(life is black, a hole that sucks me under

filled with hate, that overflows this empty cup)



please just turn away, i would pity those who enter

because nobody wants to step inside this circle

all i am is just a tightly closed shell

that one day may open, but for now i stay sealed



you are the flower among the dirt

i am the dirt among the flowers

the thorn on your rose, that creates all the pain

the crack in the diamond, that makes it all so flawed



you think you’re the dirt, but you’re the most beautiful flower

i wish there existed a way for you to see the truth

i wish these doors would open to show what’s behind

but only our thoughts tear each other open and apart



i know you’re the flower, but you’re sure it’s a lie

the mirror controls your mind, the truth is in my eyes

every single thing lies out of my reach

and every death in life causes this decay



we’re worlds apart, but so close together

ripping and tearing at ourselves to try to make it right

but it only makes the problem grow worse

we’re both the flowers, who one day shall grow out of this dirt





all this time spent, tearing myself apart to make it right

i can’t realize that these mistakes can’t be reversed

all this life spent, trying to fix what can’t be changed

everything stays the same, i can’t put myself back together



i’m lost, but you can’t find me

i can’t even find myself this time

i can’t correct these flaws

the more i pick at it, the hole gets deeper



inside our mind, we see ourselves as wilted

to try become the pure image, we self destruct ourselves

for only in lies can the truth be found

and only in this hell can we find the true heaven