Why
My heart is heavy
An endless nightmare
Day's grow long
Night's become cold
My heart becomes more black
My soul is like a demon
But my emotion's sit on my sleeve
I lay behind a mask each day
Make them believe I am ok
Deep down my damage is slowly killing me
The world spins
Yet I stay in the same place
She moved on
But left me behind in this dark room
I want to travel back in time
Redo everything that has gone wrong
You are happy
But I am miserable
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