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I don't know the man living in my head,

made enough resolutions from my bed,

fear and dread keep me locked in my room,

away from reality causing my doom,

swept away with a broom, dropped in the trash,

lit up and loved, then ended up in the tray as some ash,

take my cash and take my past,

tell em both to kiss my ass,

runnin fast is all i do best,

since the rhythym was ripped out of my chest,

left the rest of the memories, kept the glance,

took your company and left your dace,

must keep this stance, always wake up and smile,

don't immediately put yourself on trial,

screw style, forget looks, i am simply me,

and you can leave simple me be, fuck that supposed "we".