Forced to look at my reflection
A perfect mirror with a cracked smile
Bona fide contradiction
My only hope is for a life worthwhile
Living with or without
What else does it matter?
I am looking for a way out
Of this misery growing deeper
I'd just want to shut the door
And wallow in the darkness
Scream out till I hit the floor
And go down with my madness
Proseac: For the times I choose to shut everyone and everything out.
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