Faced

This just started

i'm loathing it

this feeling has left me dry,

cracked, peeling like artic winds

face your inner self until it ends

so violate me all this waiting

so fucking high on paint

we cannot paint things

chose to breathe in the smoke

and forget about the fresh air

it just started i'm losing it

this feeling has left me dull, downtrodden,

and sluggish

To face your inner self until it ends

so violate me all this waiting

so fucking high on paint

we cannot paint things

just to breathe in the smoke

and forget about the fresh air

pardon, the lack of company

when scenes switch

(at the) flick of a wrist

it don't feel so good to be dismissed

over and over again

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