HOW CAN I GO ON
EVERY DAY
KNOWING THAT I
HATE THE WAY
MY LIFE IS GONE
LOST IN TIME
WAKING EACH DAY
NOT WORTH A DIME
ALL I’M WORTH
IS MY ADDICTION
THE THINGS IT MAKES ME DO
WITHOUT CONVICTION
A SLAVE TO MY LIFE
LOOKING FROM THE OUTSIDE IN
NEVER FREE
FROM THE HOLLOWNESS WITHIN.
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