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Inside clutter of my mind
You’ll get lost in all the noise
Tripped up in the nightmares
Overwhelmed by the madness
Inside the clutter of my mind
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Inside the clutter of my mind
Deep amongst the shadows of wasted opportunity
Down the river of regret
You’ll see the idea of me
The one that has long given in
She is the one that sat down when had enough
She has surcome to madness, clouded in dark
Her home is the furthest corner
Inside the clutter of my mind
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Inside the clutter of my mind
You’ll see him still there in his track jacket
Laughing
You’ll see him sitting there drinking his Pepsi
Smoking
You’ll see her sitting there sipping her Starbucks
Talking
You’ll see her there point accusingly
Angry
You’ll see them there standing with bloodied fists
Victorious
You’ll see him there desperate for help
Lying
You’ll see me there
In the clutter of my mind
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Inside the clutter of my mind
A story often to dark to share
Scraping by with fake smiles and half laughs
Ruined by doubt, wrecked by hate
Inside the clutter of my mind
