Not to face myself
And deal with it
I'm lookin' foward ot to meet my mirror
Not to live the reality
BUt, in fact, what is it.....the reality?
Foolin' myself seems to be such a relief
When it comes to wakin' up, I'd rather rest in peace
Just take my soul n bury it in a hole
of six-foot-deep
Cause dreams r all empty
N hours r lonely...
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