| Noose... |
i live by day
i die at night
outside the window
i can see that we aren't working right
i burn all day
i'm weak at night
so long
i fought it hard
but it keeps getting harder
i can't help but think
everytime i close my eyes
it's like a dream
it's temporary suicide
i'm wide awake
i cannot stay
inside the mirror
i can't see the light inside my eyes
i stay awake
my eyes are wide
no longer
need a thought
to make the image stronger
then i stop to think
anytime the sun will shine
it's like a dream
it's where power of peace resides
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Dear Diary,
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We're hopeless.