Underneath the mask you've buried yourself into It's coal-black I am tired of the gulping that you do Every day a new face What if I unscrew Your own identity Wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you?
The quicksand of life drags us Down into the circle One day. we might not catch you
I feel sorry for what you try to do Breaking others down. to try and to pursue Your own selfish interests I am starting to get sick of you
Whatever happened ever since you left You make yourself and me look like fools
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