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Warped and Twisted


Harsh words and violent blows

Hidden secrets nobody knows

Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside, I'm warped and twisted

 

So many tricks and so many lies

Too many 'when's' and too many 'why's'

Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted

I'm just me, warped and twisted

 

Sleeping awake and choking on a dream

Listening loudly to a silent scream

Call my mind; the numbers unlisted

Lost on someone so warped and twisted

 

I'm on my knees, alive but dead

Look at all the invisible blood I've bled

I'm not gone, my mind has drifted

Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted

 

Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow

Today’s just yesterday’s tomorrow

The sun dries out, the ashes sifted

But I'm still here, warped and twisted

 

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