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Jun 2015
Water drips in from the ceiling,
Diazepam kicks in to stop the feelings,
And no one even knows your name,
A pretty picture with a broken frame,
Room B just looks so empty,
Room C is a friend and A is the enemy,
Now you got to believe it or not,
This is your bed and it’s made so get in and be forgot

A cough becomes as natural as breathing,
Believing in something better is only deceiving,
I hear the screams echo in the Old Mill,
The shakes shaking up when I’m trying to be still,
You lock the door and tidy all your things,
Rest on the crutch that’s holding up everything,
Now I think you’ve already gone and said too much,
You make a castle out of sand and it’s gone with the smallest touch

Now you have a good time,
Be on your best behaviour,
These memories of mine,
Such a bitter flavour,
Voices in my head,
Whisper implications,
A hunger that’s not being fed,
Gives into temptations,
I can’t see the light,
This room’s got no windows,
Waste away at night,
Hanging out with my shadow

Now I’m the kid everyone hates,
Gets the girls, the grades and always turns up late,
I don’t talk to my shadow anymore,
It talks to me when I’m passed out on the hallway floor,
The same problem a different fix,
Different magician using the same old tricks,
The same problem a different fix,
Different magician ******* up the same old tricks
Bryn Dawes
Written by
Bryn Dawes  Essex
(Essex)   
501
   Maria and Kodis
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