Here I am,
stoned and tired,
stripped of my soul
I lie here.
Forgetting who I was,
losing the battle.
I turn on the TV.
I need to see
someone who has it worse than me.
I want to see you suffer.
Tears of blood
pour from your defiled eyes.
I laugh while you cry.
Run away.
Run away from me, save yourself.
I scream into the wind,
WHO THE HELL AM I?
Don't Ask
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