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My World of Shit
I wither as the flowers bloom
I rest upon my throne
I'm locked away within my tomb
The place that I call home
I am the king of nothing here
Except my own demise
I build myself up in my head
With countless waves of lies
I wallow in my world of shit
A world I helped create
No turning back, now it's too late
To change my cursed fate
In company of all.my peers
I'm overcome with doubts anf fears
The real me I keep concealed
Lest my true weakness be revealed
I rest upon my throne
I'm locked away within my tomb
The place that I call home
I am the king of nothing here
Except my own demise
I build myself up in my head
With countless waves of lies
I wallow in my world of shit
A world I helped create
No turning back, now it's too late
To change my cursed fate
In company of all.my peers
I'm overcome with doubts anf fears
The real me I keep concealed
Lest my true weakness be revealed
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