Take my hand. Stroll through the haze. Where I can show you my darkest days. No angels to guide, no glorious lights. A dingy old room where I spend my nights. Dreaming of who I will never be. Of places I will never see. Get down on myself so pathetically. How would they feel if they exactly how I felt about you? What if I always told the truth? And didn't have to lie to make it through. Maybe then I could look people in the eyes. I feel sick. I feel unworthy of the loved showered overhead. Feeling tense, feeling uneasy. Would rather be alone instead. I swear its not the vanity when I'm smiling in the mirror. I have problems believe that I am still breathing her. DId you know? You had to know that it would turn out this way. Will life ever be the same? Let me rot in this room. On this bed of rusty nails. Will life ever be the same?
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