Feeling sick tonight,
I guess it's no surprise.
Penetrate then redivide,
Empty shells in my hand.
What's wrong with my mind?
I think I'm gonna cry,
This endless pain is no surpise.
I'm sorry I'm no one.
It's 5 pm and I'm alone,
I'm quite sure this is home.
Murdering my mind, It's no surprise.
Penetrate then redivide.
Sleeping in this bubble,
You watch me from outside.
I think I'm gonna die,
I'm sorry we're no one.
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