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changes


lately everything changed

but it happens to everything so why do i feel chained

like im in an institution and they diagnosed me deranged

like i cant move and im the target at the end of the range.

 

the second everything is fine

its as if i get hit and then comes the pain

like ive done a few lines

to get through those days in the rain.

 

making mistakes and i cant fix them

misreading peoples actions so its like im choking from asphyxiation 

like im the enemy of my own nation 

so im in interrogation.

 

where was my mindset when the day went wrong

where was i sent when the time was gone

why does he keep playing the same damn song

why doesnt he see the truth for long.

 

hes too late

to be able to retaliate

in his fallacy

and when he gets a win its dramatically.

 

but now the changes are killing him slowly

he knew a and b but couldn't see c

failing the test drastically

running himself till he cant breath.

 

the pain is addictive

but the results are vindictive

giving him a sickness

he tells himself that if he just quit he wouldnt miss this.

 

but they are the changes

and he cant contain it

he cant retain shit

expelled from the mouth and throat bloody mucus.

 

the knives dwindle

but hed rather turn to the thimble

cause the blade is too simple

talking to the voices and he cant continue.

 

his life is a mess

and hes in distress

but hes too stubborn to fix this

so he cant help but feel stupid.

 

immature fucking cupid

why he put him through this

he knew itd end like its a past he has to reminisce in

so the ammo is loaded and the safety isnt in.

 

pull the trigger just finish it

its your fault you stupid kid

so just put it to his temple indulge in it

pull it and click click.

 

he hates the changes

deranged

from reality hes estranged

he can no longer take the pain

his only option is to let himself wash away in the rain.

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