They want a story.

They want gold.

They don't even try

To understand your soul.


What is happening?

No one's listening.

What am I saying?




I'm not saying anything.

I can't say anything.

How do I use these words

To benefit me.


I can't seem to find

That piece of mind

Inside of me,

Inside my brain.

Going insane

Trying to find

A piece of mind.

Until next time,

This is goodbye.



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