So many things filling this maze they call a brain.
All they can do is call me insane.
I see inbetween the lines and peek on the underlane.
What lies beneath the surface?
The little demons that haunt,
taunt and flaunt whatever they want.
It keeps me from my sunshine..........
Why am I so **** blind?
Always the first in line and the one left behind....
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
So many things filling this maze they call a brain.
All they can do is call me insane.
I see inbetween the lines and peek on the underlane.
What lies beneath the surface?
The little demons that haunt,
taunt and flaunt whatever they want.
It keeps me from my sunshine..........
Why am I so **** blind?
Always the first in line and the one left behind....
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