TheWritingInstrument

Games

Sitting here

As the sky's not clear

All inside my head

Is darkness and fear

How nothing is real

And nothing appeals 

I can't be myself

If you put me on your highest shelf

Where have you been?

You said I was your gem

I thought I loved you

After all we went through 

You make me go insane 

While you laugh and play your games.



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