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Date published: June 27, 2004
 Everything seems so dead,
But I cant tell by the books that I've read,
I wanna close my eyes,
Now I find myself questioning your lies,
everything seems so small,
Like the monsters under my bed, they call,
I wake up - get on the floor and crawl,
I really never knew nothing at all,
Against my mirror, I see noone
These monsters are tellin' me to run,
But I've got no where to go,
People in my way, they go so slow,
My heart is pounding on the ground,
My mind is racing all around,
There's been enough said,
I turn and everyone's dead,
My mind is confusing my soul,
Like there's been nothing told,
Tearing at myself thinking,
How can I know any answers when I am sinking?
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