BIPØLAR
I erased my past, I snapped my fingers and changed my mask, Several years have passed my brain is messed, I'm still alone with regrets but at least I've dealt with the stress, I POURED SOME EVIL FROM MY VEINS, LIFE TOOK ON NEW VALUE AFTER I EXPERIENCED DEATH, I STAYED ALIVE AFTER GOING THROUGH THE PAIN, FINALLY I GOT LIFE, BEFORE I ONLY HAD BREATH, I have played enough games, I learned a lesson from pain, Words hurt deeper than a blade, The most painful feeling is when you're to blame, It eats away from the inside, Eats away at all thoughts in the mind, No escape when the cage is your mind, THAT VERY FORGIVENESS CANNOT BE FOUND Digging in my soul, still can't reach my goal, Thinking of my being, this is annoying feeling, Signs on the walls, they're carved in blood, Drowning in my thoughts that are incoherent, My phone is tearing apart from calls, I'm gone without saying a thing to my loved ones, I'm sorry, I didn't want 'em to worry, I worked on myself I was just like under water, So much pain from worry, I WOULD RIP MY HEART OUT, It all sounds like a fictional tale, BUT IT'S TRUE I'M BIPOLAR, I'M LIKE AN EXTRA WORM IN THIS WORLD AT THE LEVEL OF DIRT, I DON'T WANT TO RESTRAIN MYSELF ANYMORE, MY SECOND PERSONALITY WILL KILL EVERYONE... AHAHHHH... I'm just tired... Ahhhhhhh...
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