Going crazy in my room
The four walls seem to be comming smaller and smaller by the minuteno where or no one to turn too
In this world of mine the only thing you have is your self and a notebook
every thing i write is the truth in my eyes
No one to tell other wise ,all i have to do is put my pen down on the paper and let thoughts pour out ........
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