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I’m just another body down

Internal bleeding round and round

And all I can think of are ways to die alone

And all I can think of are ways to die alone

A portrait of my skeletal pain

Left selfish and hungry so feed me the pain

Escape reality with new pain

Then let the cycle start again

And all I can think of are ways to die alone

And all I can think of are ways to die alone

Dream of content, a pain filtered farm

All I can say…

Dreams are bad when all they do is leave the truth behind

Dreams are bad when negativity’s a state of mind

Dreams are bad when all they do is leave the truth behind

Dreams are bad