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this place filled with hatred and tears.
with egg shells for carpet.
and lies in the mirror.
festering secrets sewed up tight.
bottles of whiskey in the bin.
a foolish attempt to forget.
she goes to sleep at 8.
sleeping pill on her tounge.
if only i was as lucky, and yet so dumb.
we all pretend its fine as we lay down to sleep.
yet when im alone all i can do is weep.
am i the only one who sees all the wrong?
am i the only one who feels all alone?
and i fight.
as if fighting could undo the pain.
as if time would just go back; unwind.
and i shut out the sounds of my life.
and i shut out the fact that im stuck.
i cant seem to ever escape.
this place filled with hatred and tears.
with egg shells for carpet, i walk with out substance.
with egg shells for carpet.
and lies in the mirror.
festering secrets sewed up tight.
bottles of whiskey in the bin.
a foolish attempt to forget.
she goes to sleep at 8.
sleeping pill on her tounge.
if only i was as lucky, and yet so dumb.
we all pretend its fine as we lay down to sleep.
yet when im alone all i can do is weep.
am i the only one who sees all the wrong?
am i the only one who feels all alone?
and i fight.
as if fighting could undo the pain.
as if time would just go back; unwind.
and i shut out the sounds of my life.
and i shut out the fact that im stuck.
i cant seem to ever escape.
this place filled with hatred and tears.
with egg shells for carpet, i walk with out substance.