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Sleepless nights leave me staring at the ceiling

These bitter pills, they have no effect

The bland corrosive aftertaste leaves something for desire

I was always a liar

And my demons have come to collect

Guilt permeates through my veins

And radiates off my skin

I have always been broken in several different pieces

When the night collapses

I am forced to face my sins

No one is ever meant to be perfect

But its not like I try

I've spent my life frostbitten

Numb to the world outside

But the darkness always finds me

No matter how hard I try to hide