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Using you as an excuse to be deranged I never choose the way in which I deal with foolish mental self-abuse

All I wanted was to cry but now my eyes are never shy enough to last an hour dry and all that I could do is sigh

In my solitude

Wasting away the youth

Rotting is the way

Leading to full decay

Now my eyelids never close despite despising looking gross not wanting to be seen I chose the coping I love most

Watch me mentally decline avoid the hours of sunlight to make humiliating rhymes I will forever hide