another explosion in a twisted mind,
again,blowing up a great feeling,
its almost become second nature,
to come closer to winning,
and yet stumble,
by your own stupid fuck ups.
jimmy described it to be the soul of a clown,
how right today he sounds,
everytime the sun comes out,
you are buried beneath the ground.
for the few people who care for you,
hurt becomes their shadow,
and all they ever wish is,
you were never that callow.
your actions hit like a stone,
words pierce the skin,
you wish you wern't a twisted freak,
but now,the damage is all you moan.
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