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Empty inside
No sleep
I'm getting tired
no job
won't have me hired.
No friends
I live in my head
all pain
don't know where it ends.
All empty
empty inside
'part from the sickness
which flourishes and thrives.
All grey
it pours from my wounds
it leaves stains
till it covers the room.
All the years
you'll feel what I felt
in a single concentrated
moment.
Purgatory,
give me heaven or hell
I'd rather burn than dissolve
to nothingness.
I'm getting tired
no job
won't have me hired.
No friends
I live in my head
all pain
don't know where it ends.
All empty
empty inside
'part from the sickness
which flourishes and thrives.
All grey
it pours from my wounds
it leaves stains
till it covers the room.
All the years
you'll feel what I felt
in a single concentrated
moment.
Purgatory,
give me heaven or hell
I'd rather burn than dissolve
to nothingness.
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