Last Place
I'm losing my mind at this place.
All my regrets being thrown in my face.
My mind is racing.
I'm starting my pacing.
Do you mind all my crying?
Because I know inside I'm dying.
I'm really starting the shaking.
I don't give a (beep) if you think I'm faking.
My skin is aching.
I know the trouble I am creating.
This blood is fine. This blood is mine.
I fear I've gone insane.
I refuse to refrain.
The time is changing.
So why am I still bleeding?
Am I really there?
My eyes are empty and bare.
This pain I feel is so intense.
It feels like I touched an electrical fence.
My eyes are stinging.
My phone is ringing.
Saw your face.
Now my eyes sting like mace.
I quit this race.
I came in last place.
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