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Not You,

Lock your tear drops in a bottle
Whispers from the blade exclaim
"Don't wait, go now, don't dottle"
As you get pushed with all the blame

Insanity creeps up to your neck
Wrapping around with its claws
Singing, "just a sec, hold on a sec"
Murdering you by its own laws

Depression rattles your smile
Tears roll down, always screaming
"Save the love you had for awhile"
You're never asleep but constantly dreaming

Head that used to be high, now low
Your mind wanders to the sea
Another smile, just for show
Not you, me, loving my own agony