Story of a Month Ago

Everything I said, I have said out of sympathy.  Nothing else I do is Good enough or will ever be. Its eating through my flesh, My flesh like a disease.   You're turning me into my own (MY OWN) damn enemy.

I'm sitting in a chair with my hands right next to me.  My mind is Turing raisins much dryer then they used to be.  Try to call me down, my eyes begin to bleed. An image of you there, something that you will never see.

(WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!) I already hate myself.  (WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED!) I'm hating you as well. (WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!) I have lost everything. (WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED!)  I need a new Beginning.

There is something my mind (MY MIND) and they used to scream.  I used to only see them when I fall into dreams.  I burned the image out (I BURNED THEM OUT) with a laser beam.  I'm turning into my own (MY OWN) damn enemy.

(WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!) I already hate myself.  (WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED!) I'm hating you as well. (WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!) I have lost everything. (WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED!)  I need a new Beginning.

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