NVNSENSE AT 3AM
3 a.m. I look in the mirror and don't know who I am, Deceitful and two-faced man, or just a lost soul, I can't answer the questions that I ask myself, Maybe because I lost my own self, In any case, insomnia still exists, I don't know the reason why I still breathe, I still haven't changed and there is no chrest 'round my neck, Angel whispers in my ear but I covered it with my hands, I don't know who to trust, fear of everything made me paranoid, Nowhere to go, I'm a lost boy, Emptiness crowded out all joy, People are the ones I avoid. The door is locked, The windows are boarded up, My mind is fucked, I still do not feel alone. Someone's standing next to me, Being safe is all I want to be, I can't stand the new life and its new shit, Although fate works and will be against me and I knew it. Demons always stand by my side when I'm 'boutta go to bed, They creak, make noise, as if in my head, I can't escape them like I'm dead, At times I see no perspective from the existence of my breath. The sky is so dark but there is no one to help me, My life's existence and I don't consider myself healthy, I still have problems that I still haven't dealt with, They will always haunt me till I personally meet death. It is scary to look back, Ghosts still hunt me from the past, Life still hasn't given me a check, and I'm not sure if will ever give away. I take off my masks, their thickness is large, I'm tired of them all, frequent change is hard, I left it in the past, I don't want it to come back, My head's full of a mess that just can't be gone from there...
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