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Collapsed
INSANE
I'm sick
Tired
Forever alone
My music is all that breaks the silence
INSANE
The silence that leaves your ears ringing
The only thought is your own
The silence that screams at you
Piercing directly to the marrow in your bones
INSANE
The loneliness indescribable
It leaves the walls and ceiling
To close in
To collapse
So lonely you get this desperation
For any other life but your own
A voice? A phone call?
Demons? Angels?
Anyone but your own
INSANE
Then you're left to wonder
Are the voices I hear real?
The whispers, the thoughts
NO. It's a figment of your imagination
Of what you'd like to hear
INSANE
Then you wait
For the moment those walls
Really to collapse
So you don't have to deal with it anymore
INSANE
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