Things won’t be the same, I won’t be the same, nobody will ever be the same.

No joy, even when it’s there it’s a blind. Smiling seems like such a crime.

Lost control of my mind, it never stops, play, rewind, jumps in time a million miles an hour day and night.

I hate it all, in a hole I’d love to hide, but I can’t get away from my mind.

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