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Another time on my own

Slowly my mind start to glide

Into this cloud of thoughts

All focus and easily get lost

It just seems like I can't control

My brain under the influence

Of this sickness

I'm ill and I hurt

So sick I resent

The day of my birth

To heal I must learn to feel

Pressured by thousands of eyes

Staring at me,

The weight of their looks

Lit the fire within

Frustrating... they're fueling this anger

And so for vanishing I hunger

Hunger for the warm

Comfort of loneliness

Which most time I end up

Trying to flee

Can't figure out

What I really need

(Solo: Bourbonnais - Allaire)

I maybe need

To feel noticed?

Haunted by these same questions

On and on when I get sick

I'll heal myself with this line

Stoned as fuck I tell myself

I'm high