When a pop star dies people want to know who to blame
When a homeless person dies they are labelled insane

Love is like modern art
They both leave the mind in a state of confusion

I sit in my corner,
****** and lonely.

The words on my arm,
Are blurry and muddy.

The tears drip down,
and fused with blood.

The scars look horrid,
But they'll soon fade,

And I'll be back in my corner,
The scars remade.

We are nowhere to be "found"
Because we are not lost.

If music could numb the mind forever
Popping pills wouldn't seem so clever

So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself

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