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I sometimes wonder why I always lose control

I have this fire decaying, withering within my soul

I'm losing sense in what around me is even real

I don't think I care enough to really ever feel.



I'm finally reaching the point where I'm just numb

I don't think I care enough to regret what I've done

I looked down on the body laying lifelessly by the bed

I didn't think I'd lose control so easily; you've reached the end.



I sometimes wonder why I always lose control

I have this fire decaying, withering within my soul

I'm losing my mind in the worse possible ways

I didn't know these thoughts, memories exsisted within my brain.