I'm watching the world fall,
everybody's concerned with the secrets held in the walls.
I'm worried with solace,
imaging my pillows are hugging back.
Lately my dreams are coming true
the next day. I'm wishing that I dreamed
of fame and fortune.
Instead my heads filled
pain and torture.
Me going insane
sitting in a window pane.
I want to jump but my pride won't allow me.
The drugs of the world has me drowsy,
I'm searching for that lost part,
the proud me.
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