You
I’ve apologized 100 times and I can’t get you out of my mind/ you always sit in the back of my head/ it bothers me so much I wish I was dead/ but that’s not the end/your the dream I am the nightmare/ and I know it’s not fair that we breath the same air/ mine should be filled with the amount of pollution in thoughts/ I can’t breath./ I’m drowning in the sea of my own lies./ But I am perfect in everyone’s eyes/ cause I constantly hold up this disguise/ like a shield protecting me from the grave I have dug myself.//
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