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Some days I want to put a gun to my head

but then again, who'd be crazy enough to put a gun in my hands?

Silence

Is a beautiful thing when all you can hear in your mind are screams

Blindness 

Is a gift when blood paints your walls, there are things you wish you never saw

Empty thoughts

Tears have lost meaning

just a random visitor as common as blinking

Yet you long for them all

A release from all these feelings

You always feel

An ongoing rollercoaster

How fun

Some say

But not when you're on it everyday

Even getting stuck at the top loses shock

If only this ride would spin normally for once

And then it's a drop

Stuck on one one one two

What'd I do

Stop

If only I could put a gun to my head

Then again

Who'd be crazy enough to put a gun in my hands?