mood swings

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 I never was one for roller coasters, I like my feet firmly on the ground, thanks. But I’ve bought a ticket, I’m going to ride, so push your fucking mood swing higher. Look, ma, no hands.
One minute everything is fine.  The next I'm going out of my mind.    I sit laughing at the TV, But still I feel like...not me.  I want to claw out my eyes and bang my head upon a wall. 
There is this deep, evasive emptinessthat never ceases to lack control.That conquers and escapes,that stirs quiet chaos in my soul.
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
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