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You were in and out of my life for as long as I can remember In a place, you might as well call home Three walls, behind bars, all alone You made friends whose names were pen and paper
Beneath the surface,Beyond the wall I createdThrough the numbers of the matrix,Underneath the false perceptionAnd Misunderstood representation,Misleading calculated frustrations
you'll lose your words when you’re dead she said... Well... Words can’t no longer achieve these feelings flowing out my head... I think im dead...