Inside,

Inside the vaults of my head

The haunting shadows of things long dead

A picture of you is hung on a wall

A happy memory from before my fall

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The sky above me always fades to grey

As I wake to face another day

Im always searching for another form of escape

As the gangs of my depression find more happiness to rape

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What im feeling I felt by thousands

But it’s never a cliché

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These everyday let downs

Hurt me more than I can say.