Clutter of my mind

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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