Behind every smile, there's something amiss.
Tried, and perhaps slapped between those rocky walls.
Even if losing one's self is suffocating enough, everything'll still be gone.
Standing on t greener side is what they always say,
Dark falls and cold truth reveals itself.
Nothing is ever t same again.
You made it so hard to breathe,
I had to put on a fucking gas mask.
What do I have to do, what must I do?
Don't wait till it's too late to realise something important is drifting away, or even lost?
Or will you even realise?
Fuck, it's 2008 already.
Ain't last year tormenting enough?
Fine.
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