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Here In My Room
Here in my room
A living tomb
Stuck in the belly of confusion
Life is nothing but an illusion
The same tired eyes
Seeing the same old lies
The world smells my desperation
I’ve lost all aspirations
Everything that has been created
Now becomes all that is hated
This heartbeat feel like broken glass
The pain will never pass
I’ve felt torn
Since I was born
My heart just a bloody mess
Wish I could feel less
In each breath
A thought of death
But here I am
Still the innocent lamb
Though I’ve been corrupted
This naïve soul has never been interrupted
So I go on being hurt
Scrambling helplessly in life’s dirt
A living tomb
Stuck in the belly of confusion
Life is nothing but an illusion
The same tired eyes
Seeing the same old lies
The world smells my desperation
I’ve lost all aspirations
Everything that has been created
Now becomes all that is hated
This heartbeat feel like broken glass
The pain will never pass
I’ve felt torn
Since I was born
My heart just a bloody mess
Wish I could feel less
In each breath
A thought of death
But here I am
Still the innocent lamb
Though I’ve been corrupted
This naïve soul has never been interrupted
So I go on being hurt
Scrambling helplessly in life’s dirt
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