I laid on a bed
Flashes of memory I regreted before
Faces that I can't forget
They all looked like bloody red

There's something in my head
Things that you don't get
It's eating my neurons like evil RAT

Like how I see some people are better "dead"
0r how i use their head as shooting target
It's soo B A D

I'm scared. yes. i do.

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