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The clock's now ticking,

My time's out running.

Life, slowly fading,

Am I really close to nothing—



In darkness a part of me dwell,

Not even anyone could tell.

In a mask covering the real side of me,

Willing to get destroyed, but it's not that easy.



I thought I suffered enough of these vicious games,

Sweat, Blood and tears I shed to thee.

I never thought I'll keep on taking this pain,

Even tho I know it's already been killing me—



In my mind i keep on replaying, Go put on a smile.

I won't get hurt for i'm already numb.

Nothing can destroy this Elastic heart of mine,

Not even a knife trying to rive it into half.




Tho as fast as the rain it slowly poured down,

What a bitter gift of thee.

Blurry eyes, Broken trusts, lies and vows,

Curse those things, why hold unto me.




And as the cycle goes on patching up one lie with another,

Gracefully it created such illusions in life.

It grew on and on and now it's deeper,

Just like a stab made by a sharp gauging knife.



I want to let go, I want to move on,

Because what's the point of holding still.

What'll be the point of what i've been fighting for.

When everything I've been through is surreal.

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