underneath the mask you ve buried yourself into
it s coal-black
i am tired of the gulping that you do
every day a new face
what if i unscrew
your own identity
wouldn t you guess there s nothing left of you?
the quicksand of life drags us
down into the circle
one day. we might not catch you
i feel sorry for what you try to do
breaking others down. to try and to pursue
your own selfish interests
i am starting to get sick of you
whatever happened ever since you left
you make yourself and me look like fools

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