Standing scared
I beat upon his stoney grave
Anger boils slowly
People aren't ever really who they say they are
666 voices in my head
Shattered am I with shadows of lost hopes and broken dreams
Memories fade away with the night
My eyes gloss over
Like nothing was lost
I feel there is no one to turn to in my time of need
So I light up a big one and smoke some weed
Through this disease thank god I'm alive
Past memories shooting up at me
Starting to gain control of the OD
Fading away by your obsession
I smile at the sky hoping my wishes come true for me.
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