Whispered conversations behind half closed doors,
They're talking about me, talking, more and more.
If only I didn't see the ceiling melting towards me,
Would they still me talking, about what I've come to be
It started as a child. Rush rush went my brain.
Spinning, dizzy, I knew early that I was insane.
And here it is. Endless white coats, long strip lights.
The darkness has taken my mind, why can't I fight?
Where do I begin and it leave off.
My coffin is beginning to nail.
I don't believe I'm even real.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
Whispered conversations behind half closed doors,
They're talking about me, talking, more and more.
If only I didn't see the ceiling melting towards me,
Would they still me talking, about what I've come to be
It started as a child. Rush rush went my brain.
Spinning, dizzy, I knew early that I was insane.
And here it is. Endless white coats, long strip lights.
The darkness has taken my mind, why can't I fight?
Where do I begin and it leave off.
My coffin is beginning to nail.
I don't believe I'm even real.
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