underneath the mask you've buried yourself
into it's coal-black i am tired of the
gulping that you do every day a new
face what if i unscrew your own
identity wouldn't you guess there's nothing
left of you ?
the quicksand of life drags
us down into the circle one day. we might
not catch you
i feel sorry for what you
try to do breaking others down. to try and to
pursue your own selfish interests i am
starting to get sick of you
whatever
happened ever since you left you make yourself
and me look like fools
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