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Not Done
You really want to know whats in my head
Most are dead and the rest are barley fed
Say something if you want to be the one that's next
Because I could give fuck less
I lost my soul in the darkness
So walk in the house where I am locked in
Doctors still trying to figure out what made me snap
They don't believe me when I try to explain its my past
Sometimes I just want to grab their skull and squeeze till it cracks
Because they don't know about the road I traveled
No help, see so many people come and go.. I feel like an animal
But I am still living.....
I'm not proud of it.... but I feel like I have a piece missing
Most are dead and the rest are barley fed
Say something if you want to be the one that's next
Because I could give fuck less
I lost my soul in the darkness
So walk in the house where I am locked in
Doctors still trying to figure out what made me snap
They don't believe me when I try to explain its my past
Sometimes I just want to grab their skull and squeeze till it cracks
Because they don't know about the road I traveled
No help, see so many people come and go.. I feel like an animal
But I am still living.....
I'm not proud of it.... but I feel like I have a piece missing
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