And you've got a spring in your step but you're always falling down
You have the night on your mind but you dread each morning
Try to daydream the time away, your own conscious coma
Reflect upon the past
Of all which did not last
Can you see the faces of the disappointed people?
Each tried to help you dear
But your intentions were so clear
Spend another lonely night crying into a pillow
A razor blade becomes a chum
Everything's the same, except now you're only to blame
A flesh wound to each wrist, I call it bleeding media
The attention and the fame, I forget why it's a shame
To have no part or importance in this play
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