The Monster
I’ve awoken in a crowded place
Too tired to even recognize a single face
How could something be so great,
If I can’t even remember a single date?
Where am I and what have I done?
It all seemed like so much fun…
But here I am with no place to go
With not enough friends and too many foes
I’ve grown to hate myself and what I’ve become
The addictions have torn me apart and then some
The monster inside keeps me alive
Some days I wonder if I can even survive
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