Former yet presently crazy person
If it wasn't for this black cloud
I wouldn't have any shade
I may have lost my mind
but at least I played the game
Falling let's you know how high you were
Sickness makes you seek out a cure
Drowning the heartache reminds us at one time there was no drought
Of love, happiness or doubt
Until death any defeate is psychological
Without life any existence is metaphorical
I may be in pain
At least I can say
Because of all this I'll never be the same
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