Going back to old habits
Falling into the same pits
That I’ve dug for myself
Is the routine I am,
And going around again.

By the time I’ve lost my sanity
I think I’ll still be here
As the ghost of someone that once was,
Like the people that live with their eyes cast down,
Dreams shattered.

I’m keeping myself together with Elmer’s glue and scotch tape
To try and keep myself happy
By painting myself smiles
When inside I am merely a broken cesspool of
Problems and sorrow.


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