Im hitting that wall again
I live for her, but Im a zombie
What happened to the rest of my thoughts?
To think, I had Metallica make a song, hell practically an album for me, yet I cannot contact them. I helped shape a couple of the awesomest cartoon shows, and same thing
I made an ass out of myself, because of life
There never has been light, just the void
The void
The void
Nothing but the void
Yet I linger, and the more Im forced to do what I don't want to, to survive, the deeper my hole
Therapy is the last straw
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